“But do you know what happens to girls who love lost boys? They become lost themselves. Without fail.” --- I found this quote in my notes and I am so in love with it more than ever not only because it's true but because it's the greatest thing that can ever happen to you.

If you love a lost boy, you will lose yourself.
You will walk as if your entire body is in flames.
Burning light every hour of every day to help him find his way.
And then as with all fires, you'll slowly start to die.
You'll flicker and flinch and wish the wind would blow hard enough to put you out of your misery; but it never does.

Instead, one day, you'll lick your salty fingers and **** the flame.
Ashes of you will fall to the ground and as you try to swoop them up, more will crumble.
And pretty soon you'll be nothing more than a pile of burnt up soot staining the floor.

But...  you will get back up.
You will find the bits of yourself you thought washed away slowly come back.
As if the sea carried them home to the shore.
As if life swept them up and kept them under a rug to return to you.
You will find your pieces and you will stand.
And when you do, you will burn.
You will burn brighter and stronger and more beautiful than ever before.
You will blind those who live in the dark abyss that turned your softness into embers from which you once came.
And when you take your first step back into the world, your footprints will singe every tired board of wood that tried to melt you down.
That tried to outline your frame as another victim.
That tried to win.

And when you do, not the wind;
or rain;
or thirsty pieces of wood whispered as "lost boys", will ever dim your light again.