My mind has been a mess lately. I’m grateful someone invited me to watch a Pyromusical Competition. It gave me a chance to take my mind off things, even if just for a while.
One moment that really stayed with me was when the United Kingdom’s Pyrotex Fireworx used Zombie by The Cranberries as its music.
The sound and intensity of it somehow echoed how I’ve been feeling recently.
But it also reminded me of Lang Leav's words:
106 Wonder
The first thing you sent me were fireworks. Sparks of light and color over a bridge to nowhere. I was already in love when we met that summer; I belonged to someone else. To make room for you, I had to ask the world for permission, but every answer was a dead end. But who am I to blame them for telling me what I already knew? So, I danced around you like a storm, white light against the cool black sky, like strobe lights flickering on and off. I said we could be something, you and me. I said so much and meant it, but never proved it to you, did I? We both know what my word was worth, you and me both. You took my hand under a Ferris wheel, spitting light, spinning lies. You dazzled me, you know. You were incandescent. I don’t think we could have been anything, not really. But isn’t it something to wonder?
Here’s the fireworks display from that night. The video doesn’t quite capture how beautiful it truly was, but I’m grateful I was there to see it in person.
I guess this is my favorite chapter in Anna Todd's After series. It was genuine and heartfelt. Hardin has always had this taciturn personality. But in this letter, he tried so hard to express his feelings to Tessa by baring his heart and soul. Every single word is piercing. If there is anything I have learned from this letter, it is that if you truly love someone, you will have a brave heart to embrace and admit your flaws, no matter how fucked up it is. It is because you trust your loved ones that they will accept you for who you are, heart and soul. Because that's what love is - not superficial but deep and meaningful. After We Collided, Chapter 43 Tess, Since I’m not good with words when trying to relate my inner life, I may have stolen some from Mr. Darcy, whom you fancy so much. I write without any intention of paining you, or humbling myself, by dwelling on wishes which, for the hap...
Sometimes I think about how long I could endure things. How long am I going to pretend that everything is okay when I spend nights crying myself to sleep? What would it take for me to snap out of a world that I created in my mind? Why is it so difficult to get out of a situation that I willingly got myself into? With every single reason to walk away. Finding out things that would have crushed anyone else. But I stayed. Really, “admirable” is not even the right word for it. Dumb, maybe? I kick myself every day for this. For what? For something that won’t even last? But nothing does, anyway.
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