Anais To Me…

“When he first stepped out of the car and walked towards the door where I stood waiting, I saw a man I liked. In his writing he is flamboyant, virile, animal, magnificent. He’s a man whom life makes drunk, I thought. He is like me.” ~ Anais Nin

And somewhere within reading her words, her thoughts, her mind, I lost who I had learned to be, little by little. I unlearned what felt cold and unfamiliar and I relearned a whole new intensity surrounding love. And I have never, ever recovered…

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