13 Quotes by Tammy Faith

I stood up to walk the long way back home in my wrinkled dress, legs shaking and throat burning with contained tears. As the torn lace of the white skirt I was wearing grazed my thighs, I knew for certain two things: I had no panties on, and there was a hollow space where my soul used to be. The soft and warm summer breeze punched me repeatedly, swaying my frail body around.

I shake my head. He doesn’t understand. The same face that once pulled me in still holds that magnetism, but it’s closely netted with despise. This mix of love and hate, this blend of trust and hurt I have for him is so confusing even I can’t understand it. How do you explain to someone you love that you are repulsed by the thought of wanting them? I can’t even begin to comprehend it myself.

I take a faltering step towards him, my blood pounding, my veins charged with pent-up energy begging me to run. I lace my hands around his neck and place my ear over his chest, listening to his heart. I trust him, he just needs to calm down. He’s stiff at first. He sighs and his whole body deflates, melting against mine. The steady thuds in my ears slow down and he hugs me back, his mouth leaving a trail of sweet kisses on my head as his fingers softly scratch my scalp.

It’s true, love should be balanced. Some me, enough of you, a little bit of us. But when you are in love it’s hard to set boundaries. Where does he end? Where do I begin? It’s blurry.