Big and empty, the way we like it.
There are certain people that come into your life, and leave a mark. I’m talking about the ones who, for whatever reason, are as much a part of you as your own soul. Their place in your heart is tender, a bruise of longing, a pulse of unfinished business. Just hearing their names pushes and pulls at you in a hundred ways, and when you try to define those hundred ways, describe them even to yourself, words are useless. If you had a lifetime to talk, there would still be things left unsaid.
My level of involvement in the Game of Thrones saga:
I have the ebooks on my iPad. Haven’t gotten around to reading any of them yet.
I guess there’s also a tv show? Maybe I’ll watch it after I finish the books in about five years. (If they’re any good.)