Faded Fantasy3 читателя тэги

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.

Oh, I don’t mean you’re handsome, not the way people think of handsome. Your face seems kind. But your eyes - they’re beautiful. They’re wild, crazy, like some animal peering out of a forest оn fire.

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.

When you are in love, you love every part of the body; when you are not in love there is always a part of the body you want to push away. When you are in love, after the desire is satisfied, you still love the body of the beloved. When you are not in love you want to push it away.

I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. I did not like to be touched because I craved it too much. I wanted to be held very tight so I would not break.