Jen DeLuca

You know, love songs say crap like "love will set you free," but lately I’ve been thinking that love is more like a cage. The most beautiful cage, with gold filigree and diamonds on the bars. But a cage nonetheless.
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I wonder if what you’re seeing as a cage is obligation instead of love. They can look the same, especially when it comes to family. It’s hard to break free from that, and some people never do.

As your hands are bound together now, so your lives and spirits are joined in a union of love and trust. Above you are the stars and below you is the earth. Like the stars, your love should be a constant source of light, and like the earth, a firm foundation from which to grow.

No one’s ever ready. For any of those big changes that life throws at you. You just have to meet them head-on and do your best. It’s okay to be scared a little. If we all waited till we were ready, we’d never do anything.

I didn’t have anyone buying me gifts; I had to get my own. But I didn’t mind. That way I was guaranteed to end up with something I liked.

'So much of reading the cards is about instinct. It’s not just about rote translation. That takes the magic out of it.
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Being alone used to be the dream, but with Mitch’s arm around me I found myself preferring the lie.

I wanted someone who would love me. Not for what I could do for them, but for who I was to them.

'Being without you… it’s like half of a life. You took the other half with you when you left.'