He says my name the way a wolf howls at the moon. With a raw understanding a deep respect for what it means when I turn my head. And when I turn my head toward him.my eyes are soft and full of admiration.
She was never crazy. She just didn't let her heart settle in a cage. She was born wild, and sometimes we need people like her; for it's the horrors in her heart which cause the flames in ours. And she was willing to burn for everything she ever loved.