and it thunders in my ears and flutters in my heart, ringing with such an indescribable song.<--- Oh god you have no idea how much I love your voice. It's like a happy torment to my soul. I love to hear you randomly sing. you beautiful being, you.
They say love is blind. I disagree. Infatuation is blind. Love is all-seeing and accepting. Love is seeing the flaws and blemishes and accepting them. Love is accepting the bad habits and mannerisms, and working around them.
"A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart, and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words." --- So true. I really do appreciate some of my friends who sang my song back for me.
I am my worst enemy. I learned long ago that if I attacked myself then it did not hurt as bad when others attacked me. It was about survival. Now, the hardest thing I am learning is how to love myself.