"an old portion of an autobiography that i wrote....." - Lauren Fales

"I love far too easily. The idea that love is something to be earned doesn’t make sense to me. Perhaps this is why I hurt over and over again, collecting my thoughts and opening and closing doors. I love people for their idiosyncrasies. I find beauty in their vanity. I love people for existing, for walking, for being only an amusement to my clear mind. They dance like feathers in the open space and I watch them flounder and flail to the ground. I love people more than they understand. I always write goodbye letters to lovers. I’m sure I’ve been written off to the dozen I’ve given my heart to as a girl that loves too much, and there is truth is this. My goblet overflows. I am red wine trickling over the counter and dripping on the floor and the stain will remain. One day they will learn to love as I do, perhaps in a future life, even if it is only for a fleeting moment. But my heart is not one that can be contained." - LF