you know what’s fucked up?that you can be without someone for six months, a year, five years and have mastered not thinking about them, but no matter how much time passes there will always be that moment where you see a photo of them or catch a little of their cologne on a crowded street and suddenly you’re plagued with a rapidly sinking stomach and the relentless question, “what if things were done differently?”.
“She did not need much, wanted very little. A kind word, sincerity, fresh air, clean water, a garden, kisses, books to read, sheltering arms, a cozy bed, and to love and be loved in return.”– Unknown-
“I am homesick for a place I am not sure even exists. One where my heart is full. My body loved. And my soul understood.”– Unknown –
“One day I know I’ll be moving on, but I fear you’ll be always right there holding a piece of my heart that’ll never belong to me. And I’ll live my life, find reasons to smile so everyone will think you didn’t shake me and totally break me. They’ll never know I’ll never be free.”
I remember that one time I cried hysterically in the car with desperation knowing that our love was incurable and that our dreams we made were going to be abandoned forever. I’m not crying now, not anymore, but my heart still aches sometimes thinking about what we had.
I constantly search for freedom of the mind but I realized it’ll take time.
I’ll be free one day. Loving is too short and forgetting is too long but life goes on and people move on.
I won’t say “See you in my dreams” no more, for you’re no longer the dream I want to dream of at night…
“One of the difficulties of leaving a relationship is not so much, at the end, leaving the person themselves – because, by that time, you’re ready to go: what’s difficult is leaving the dreams that you shared together. And you know that somehow – no matter who you meet in your life in the future, and no matter what species of happiness you would share with them – you will never, ever share those particular dreams again, with that particular tonality and coloration. And so there’s a lovely and powerful form of grief there that is the ultimate of giving away but making space for another form of reimagination.”
“Her eyes were rimmed with long nights and things she wishes she had said.”
– Flowers in Bone Cages –
“She did not need much, wanted very little. A kind word, sincerity, fresh air, clean water, a garden, kisses, books to read, sheltering arms, a cozy bed, and to love and be love in return”.
– Starra Neely Blade –