“Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. That is just being “in love”, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.”— Louis de Bernieres (via slekes)
Everything is perfect now I dont want to make a movement I’m too scared to breathe; I might do something wrong As you’re sleeping silently Perfect beauty laid before me I feel every second is a life time long
“I clenched my teeth against the stars. I closed my eyes. I surrendered to sleep. One of the reasons why we crave love, and seek it so desperately, is that love is the only cure for loneliness, and shame, and sorrow. But some feelings sink so deep into the heart that only loneliness can help you find them again. Some truths about yourself are so painful that only shame can help you live with them. And some things are just so sad that only your soul can do the crying for you.”—Shantaram by Gregory David Roberts (via thechocolatebrigade)
Those words felt like a stamp of approval of what I’ve been telling myself over the years. And it echoes through my head over and over, corroding my heart each time. But it’s not fair for me to say that I’m hurt, cause we are all hurt. So there’s nothing left to say, but so much left to feel.
If my words ever meant anything anymore, I guess all I can say is that I’m sorry. I’m sorry I can never make you happy, you don’t know how much I wish I could since the day you said you didn’t feel the love coming from me. But from then till now, I know I can never be enough.