7z3View

[7z3view]

A collection of notes left for a poor girls lover

Just to be clear, I love you

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I think the perfect spot to me always will be right by your side, either physically or mentally.

even if neither of us are talking to the other and we are both wrapped in with separate conversations with our own friends, our own activities, our own agenda.

I know that we both will make time to stop for even a slight second to check if the other is right there, next to each other, belonging.

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Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959

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You’re leaving soon

going somewhere too far for too long,

Our closest friends have no doubt we will be fine, but in the darkest corner of my mind I’m scared

Every touch I am reminded that come August we will not touch again till December

Will you find better? Will you need better? Will you want better?

I worry enough as is that I am not enough, what will I do when I wake in the morning and you aren’t there, off somewhere with people so so so much better then me

I’m scared to think think this was the plan all along, to leave, to find better, to let me sit

waiting, wanting, hoping

I wrote something along the same lines once, I wrote it long before we knew this would happen, knew that you would leave, It was at the start of our relationship, when I was the same scared as I am now, but without reason then

“and when the summer fades and winter comes around,

I’ll sit there waiting, and aching, and praying, you’ll come around”

I’m scared love, so so scared

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I’m taking glances at you from the comfiest corner of your bed, huddled under your blankets and draped in your size too big sweater

I have my arms tight against a pillow that when I inhale is filled with you

you softly hum the tune to a song thats been stuck in my head for weeks, you have one hand on your phone which displays a game of some kind, your other hand is tucked gently under my head, toying with my tangled strands

I cant move my eyes

I watch you peak back at me, a grin spreads across your face and you press the softest of kisses to my nose, pulling away not to continue your game but just to stare back, I fell asleep like that.

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María Casares, from a letter to Albert Camus, featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959

[lunamonchtuna]

— Rati Saxena, from a poem titled "Mountain Nights," featured in Not a muse : the inner lives of women: a world poetry anthology (via lunamonchtuna)

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The porch light is on, after all.

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Mu Xin, from a poem titled "After The Sleigh Incident," featured in A century of modern Chinese poetry : an anthology

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[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Nina LaCour via letsbelonelytogetherr