I think it 's from some Harry Potter book or another, but it rings so true for my last little bit of life experience.


"If you want to know what a man is worth, watch how he treats his inferiors, not his equals."

This book, Fragile Things... It's just wonderful.  I know this is an entire story (just about) but I had to post it here.  I read this story and I knew immediately what it was; I have felt this way before.  I have experienced Hell before.



.

For you, and you'll understand.

To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will certainly be wrung and probably be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully around with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safely in the casket of your selfishness. But in that casket -- safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become impenetrable, irredeemable... The only place outside heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers of love, is hell.

- C. S. Lewis

This is hilarious. I do product packaging and this is exactly what I go through with some of my clients! I laughed at this. :)

Enjoy!

You tease me because I cuddle hard.  I want to tell you why.

I had to verify my mother was dead.  I touched her body everywhere; searching for a pulse, a hint of breath.  I found nothing, yet her skin was warm and soft -- like she was sleeping.  My father stood by calling her name.

I hold you hard because I can feel your heart beat.  When I wake afraid because there is warm skin next to me, I hold you tighter and know you are not dead.  If I hold you tightly enough, perhaps you won’t ever die.

That first night I hid in the crowd and watched.

There were eyes printed on your shirt and I wondered if you had worn it for me.

To let me know you were looking, too.

Later, your scent surrounded me and twisted my fears into something like safety. We nervously conversed.

You fiddled with your napkin, tearing it into tiny pieces and rolling them around in your fingers.

After many hours, I confessed that I wished earlier in the night to hold your hand, but had been afraid to ask.

You leaned forward very seriously and said, “Ask me now.”

.