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“Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on. I hope you never think about anything as much as I think about you”
Mixed emotions
1.
“You’ll get over it…” It’s the clichés that cause the trouble. To lose someone you love is to alter your life for ever. You don’t get over it because “it” is the person you loved. The pain stops, there are new people, but the gap never loses. How could it? The particularness of someone who mattered enough to grieve over is not made anodyne by death. This hole in my heart is in the shape of you and no-one else can fit it. Why would I want them to?”
2.
“We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.”
3.
Okei, ma tean küll…
..et ma olen obsessed sellega, aga – KURAT, see sari on mu elust puudu!!!
Will I get through my dark day
I defy I love your way
How could it be different
I defy I love your way
well how could it be different
Now I’m kissing the real you
Now I’m kissing the real you
Will I get through my dark day
Can you hear me
Can you hear me
How could it be different
I see the stars around your face
They never seem to hurt at all
The stars around your face
They never seem to hurt at all
Now I’m missing the real you
Now I’m missing the real you
Well, I got through my dark day
Did you fear me
Did you fear for me
How could it be different
I don’t want to see my baby fall
It’s the dawn I feel becoming ever after
This is my matter, dear
I defy I love your way
How could it be different
I defy, I love your way
How could it be different
Well I got to know you today
And I adore you
I adore you
Oh now I’m loving you
Oh now I’m loving you
How could it be different
Oh now I’m loving you
Oh now I’m loving you
How could it be different
Felice
“…and everything would make sense. I could look at them and say that is what love is for. But nothing. Nothing. And then came you. My answer. The answer.”
Sometimes you leave because you really want to stay
“I think everyone has a certain part of their lives where they truly wish they could freeze time. Whether it was three years ago, today, or still to come, whether it was just a moment, a whole day, or a whole summer. Everyone has a time in their life where they wish everything would just stop. The world would stop turning & people would stop changing because to them, at that time, everything was perfect.”
Dance with me.
“Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that’s all. You can’t see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it.”
