The stars were like candles lit in my heart, and when I fell in love, they were burned-out by water, by the slippery gleam of fish. My heart became filled with swallows until they whorled, echoed in the chambers. And the swallows, after their wings imprinted on every valve, fled, leaving the stars, the low-hanging, yellow, quarter moon, to burn bright, just once.
My husband and I: we are like Giselle (ENFP) and Robert (ISTJ) from Enchanted, and like Poppy and Branch from Trolls.
I’m also on FreeJinger, and I believe in Free Jana. Find me there—there’s lots of snark to keep you entertained.