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““I’m going to love him forever,” she told the moon, “And as cliche as that sounds, I promise that nobody has ever meant it as much as I do.””
— Excerpt of a book I’ll never write
“And perhaps it is a catastrophe rather than love When you think about him Still , after years on a day that should be all yours and all about you Perhaps you will always love him This way and no less And yes you do Despite all and everything You terribly miss him”
— ecstasticdisasters, Letters I dare not to speak
i don’t remember what it was to not love you, and that’s part of the problem. loving you burst something in me that i can’t just rebuild. it flooded my cities. you don’t come back from that without mold in your lungs.
i feel like every future i planted was in the rows of your palms. how am i supposed to move on.
