The Thorn Queen

Because love doesn't care if you're deserving or not. It just is.... Let me love you, just as you are.... You told me your love isn't fickle. Well, neither is mine.

Winter, still 1848 Ivy, It’s so cold and all I do is miss you.

I have loved you and I have grieved you and now I am on my knees for you,” he says. “Ivy Benton, if you believe only one thing let it be this: I am yours, down to my bones.

You were my single light in the darkness. The memory of you was the only thing that kept me warm at night. The pain reminded me you were real.

We know that our time is limited. When you love someone, you choose to be with them, witness them, even though you know your time together is finite. One person will always be left behind, but you do it anyway, despite the pain you know is coming. By loving, we offer ourselves up to the pain willingly.

I can’t quiet this raging storm inside of me and it feels better to scream my voice hoarse and destroy these beautiful objects than to lie down in bed and wait for my own death.

I trail my pinkie along the bridge of it. My fingers itch to curl up into a fist and smash it.