a bloggy type thing about a girl, quite literally, stumbling through life; trying to get by with the least amount of scars, but usually coming up with a fair amount of bruises.
“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
