Faded Fantasy3 читателя тэги

There are two reasons why people don’t talk about things; either it doesn’t mean anything to them, or it means everything.

You have always wanted to caress every monster.

I want you to have your own thoughts even when I hold you in my arms.

The gap between compassion and surrender is love’s darkest, deepest region.

We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright.

Part of me wanted to have a conversation with you, but not before you told me that you were sorry, not before you begged for my forgiveness. But your apology never came, and I’m still waiting.

I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell. I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.

There is more here,

in this оne

hug,

and I know

you know

it

even if

you will not

acknowledge it.

I

will never hold

anyone else

the same way

again.