I think I saw you in my sleep, darling. I think I saw you in my dreams, you were stitching up the seams on every broken promise that your body couldn't keep. I think I saw you in my sleep.
We’re gonna be so happy. So you can’t die, okay? You can’t die. Because we’re supposed to end up together. We’re meant to be. Meant to be. I love you. I love you. I’ve always been in love with you. I will always be in love with you.
Actually, I just woke up one day and decided that I didn't want to feel like that anymore, or ever again. So I changed. Just like that.
There's so much I want to tell you about the way I'm disappearing.
Thoughts could leave deeper scarring than almost anything else.
-- JK Rowling
Years from now, you will find that the things you held dear, were all trivial to the core. All of those silly little things you care about meant nothing, and the naive quest for perfection was a giant waste of time. I wish you well on your pursuit of being.
I guess love is a funny thing, the way it fades without warning. It doesn't ask to be excused. And when it's gone, oh it's gone.
I no longer believed in the idea of soul mates, or love at first sight. But I was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life, if you were lucky, you might meet someone who was exactly right for you. Not because he was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together.
Expectation is the root of all heartache.
There's no starting over. No matter where I go, whatever I do, my past seems to follow me.
I carry silent baggage. I have packed myself into silence so deeply and for so long that I can never unpack myself using words. When I speak, I only pack myself a little differently.
Herta Muller, The Hunger Angel
The first time I kissed you. One kiss, I was totally hooked. Addicted to you. I could never love anyone the way I love you. I'd follow you across the universe.
Cause I really can't sit around for you and then welcome you back into my life when you want it.
But what if tomorrow you notice my flaws and imperfections and don't look at me the same way you did today?
Everybody winds up kissing the wrong person goodnight.
When you're around someone so much, for so long, they become a part of you and when they go away you don't know who you are without them.
Sometimes I imagine that ten years from now we'll meet again- in a random book store, or no the subway under the streets of New York even though you were always more of a Portland guy... We'll spot each other and smile because it's nice to see a familiar face in a place full of strangers, and then we'll laugh because we can't believe that out of all the people in the world, and all the places we could be right now, two people with blurred memories of the past have found themselves here, not even two feet away from each other. We'll both act so surprised and you'll ask me to coffee so we can catch up because that's always the kind of person you were. I'll tell you about my job in the city and you'll tell me about all the places you've been and all the music you've played. We'll talk until we lose track of time, or until the city decides to continue on without us.. You were never something I could completely wrap my head around.
I think you could fall in love with anyone if you got to see the parts of them no one else gets to see. Like if you followed them around for a day and saw them crying in their bed or singing to themselves as they make a sandwich. I think, after seeing someone at their most vulnerable, you wouldn't be able to help falling in love with them.
You and me and never us: a complicated series of almost interactions.
I am very indecisive and I always have a hard time picking my favourite anything. But I know for sure that you are my favourite.
Always keep in mind, things are fine. And we'll figure it out.
And though I'll think of you, I guess, until the day I die. I think I miss you less and less as every day goes by.