It’s funny, when I think about this exact time last year. Things were so different. I never would have thought that things could change so much in only a year. I wonder what next October will be like.
Not everything is supposed to become something beautiful and long-lasting. Sometimes people come into your life to show you what is right and what is wrong, to show you who you can be, to teach you to love yourself, to make you feel better for a little while, or to just be someone to walk with at night and spill your life to. Not everyone is going to stay forever, and we still have to keep on going and thank them for what they’ve given us.
I like women who haven’t been with too many men. I don’t expect virginity, but I simply prefer women who haven’t been rubbed raw by experience. There is a quality about women who choose men sparingly; it appears in their walk, in their kind eyes, in their laughter and in their gentle hearts. Women who have had too many men seem to choose the next one like it’s nothing rather than with feeling. When you play the field selfishly everything works against you — one can’t insist on love or demand affection. You’re finally left with whatever you have been willing to give, which is often nothing.
― Charles Bukowski, ‘The People Look Like Flowers at Last’ (via bonvivantx)