And slightly sad, half-mad nevergirl is


… just a 25-year-old who still wishes it would rain chocolates one day. No matter how many stilettos she learns to walk in and never mind that she breathes work and smells of stale potential, she’d always be half in love with peter pan and that secret, secret place not-so-little girls go to when they do not want to grow up or compromise their dreams.

    

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Fiction #6: You Cannot Love in Pieces.

August 29, 2007

I keep telling you this: you can’t love in pieces. You can’t love in pieces because people are made whole. They’re not made in halves, or quarters. You cannot pick the parts to like or discard the parts you hate. You cannot love four pieces of me and then loathe the rest.

You don’t believe that, however. You think we are made of gaping holes and detachable parts. So, I gave you my heart and told you: here, take this piece of me. Keep it safe and treat it kindly because the good Lord knows I’m careless, fickle, and self-destructive, and maybe if you hold on to it, there would be at least one part of me out there that’s whole, alive, and unhurt.

I could be a whole universe if I try. You love in pieces, however, so it wouldn’t matter how many parts of myself I give you. You will never be able to love me whole.

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