Faded Fantasy3 читателя тэги

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.

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.

I was put together wrong

Still I was made for you

When our stitches come undone

We come together like glue.

You are unexplored, unusual, and terrifyingly beautiful. And оnly a few will know how to love you without breaking you and making you dangerous.

To have someone understand your mind is different kind of intimacy.