People will forget what you’ve done
But people will never forget how you made them feel
I love you the most. But also, I hate you the most.
“I couldn’t sleep last night because I know that it’s over between us. I’m not bitter anymore, because I know that what we had was real. And if in some distant place in the future we see each other in our new lives, I’ll smile at you with joy and remember how we spent the summer beneath the trees, learning from each other and growing in love. The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds, and that’s what you’ve given me. That’s what I hope to give to you forever. I love you. I’ll be seeing you.”
— The Notebook
it seems the harder you try to hold onto something or someone, the more it wants to get away…
you feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted, for having wanted to be wanted…
It confuses you, because you think your feelings were wrong, and it makes you feel so small because it’s so hard to keep it inside and when you let it out and it doesn’t come back…
…you are left so alone that you can’t explain.
Two years? That felt like two seconds. They aren’t kidding when they say don’t blink. And who knew it was possible to be so in love with a place?
Thank you for being the first thing I wouldn’t do differently. Thanks for giving my heart a home.
With love and nothing less,