My tears are like a whole pack of dogs on leashes; no matter how I try to tug them back, they just keep barreling forward.
Holly SchindlerTags: beautiful_similes
I feel as exposed as a sweatshirt worn wrong-side-out, or like pocket linings dangling outside of a pair of jeans. My heart, my hope, hang in the afternoon sun.
Holly SchindlerTags: beautiful_similes
His skin radiates so much of the day's heat that touching him feels like wading into the lake, opening my hand, and catching one of the white shimmers of blistering afternoon sunlight bouncing across the water.
Holly SchindlerTags: beautiful_similes
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