You can’t lose something that is meant for you. Whatever leaving your life right now has served it’s purpose and is no longer needed.
“One day you’re going to learn how to feel without feeling it all at once.”— (via blossomfully)
“Sometimes you’re too close to someone to see the way they really are,“ she said. “Sometimes you love them so much that you don’t want to.”—
S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #296
(via blossomfully)
Anonymous: Do you believe in the concept of "the one"? Is there really someone out there for us?
“The One”.
The person we are supposed to fall in love with - with the kind of love that never disappears. The person who comes into our lives when we least expect it; but when we need it the most.
The one who remembers our favourite flavour of ice cream; who closes their eyes to listen to *that* song, because it’s our favourite song; who calls us out on our bullshit; who never dismisses our tears.
The one who opens us up; makes us vulnerable; makes us happy - almost, perhaps, a little too happy, but not so much that it becomes unrealistic - illusory. The one who holds our secrets, even the ugliest ones, and loves us anyway, and loves us anyway.
I don’t know whether I believe that there is only “One” person capable of eliciting the kind of love that is so strong and affecting that we are never quite able to let it go. But I’d like to believe that there are people with whom falling in love with feels permanent, constant. I’d like to believe that there exist some certainties in the world.
Anonymous: do you think i will be able to put in 100% for him and leave with 100% if we end?
I don’t think that’s how it works. You might leave with 100% but some of it will be him and some of it will be you. And you might spend the next three months trying to untangle his favourite music from your favourite playlist; finding his socks in your bottom drawer; or finishing the cereal he left behind in your kitchen and it will feel as though you will never be whole.
But six months later you will remember how much you loved to run, and how much you loved to read; two things that you forgot in the process of giving yourself to him. And eventually, you will be 100% yourself again, although probably not the same 100% that you started with.
“I knew we were temporary,“ she said. “Sometimes people come into your life and all you can do is appreciate them while they’re there, and try not to get attached to the way they bring light into your life; and try not to miss them when they leave.”
“It’ll be weird seeing her again. It’ll be like revisiting a memory that you thought you’d forgotten. Her hair will be longer, or shorter, her hair will have changed; hair always does. Her eyes will be the same. Hearing her voice will be like going back to the place you used to live and noticing the new curtains. Being close to her will be strange. She’ll say something like, “you look well,” and you’ll reply with a, “thanks, you too.” And it’ll feel like death, like an iron fist around your heart. And then she’ll point to your shirt and say, “is that new?” and you won’t have the heart to say you bought it seven months ago after she left, so instead you say, “I haven’t worn it around you before.” When she emits a small laugh you’ll feel the tiniest ounce of pride. She still finds you funny. When she’s telling you about her new life you’ll find your mind wandering into places you didn’t think mattered anymore. Places like, was she in love now and was she being treated well? Places like, did she ever miss you, and in and amongst all of her living did she ever consider coming back?”— Sue Zhao
…and I look for you everywhere while finding you nowhere.
― Simone de Beauvoir, from a letter to Jean-Paul Sartre (via violentwavesofemotion)