with love, chiara

aboutmybones

[aboutmybones]

I’ll never stop waiting for you.

[aboutmybones]

Wanted for crimes against boring outfits. Keep it classy, sailor.

[nosebleedclub]

Do you still remember their voice?

[beforeyearning]

they say voice is the first to go—sensory memory that fades if not recalled often enough & remembering alone wouldn't be enough to recall it, the neural network activates only upon hearing their voice, but when it's the only thing you've ever had of them, the only tangible proof, you tend to hoard onto that memory & replay it in your mind way too often to forget. i never met you, but i know your voice. i still remember it, i could pinpoint it in a noisy bar anytime.

[sobadbad]

DARK [2017-2020]

[aboutmybones]

I exist to love you, and I love because you exist.

[aboutmybones]

I write you messages every day.

[aboutmybones]

I need you. I need us.

[aboutmybones]

my heart is a forgotten song

still humming his name in the silence

years have passed, like shadows slipping through my fingers

but i remain, anchored to him

like a lone tree clinging to barren earth

waiting for a rain that never comes

the world has shifted, seasons have come and gone

but my love stands still, untouched by time

i have not seen his face in endless nights

yet my heart, stubborn and faithful

wears his memory like an old coat

threadbare but impossible to let go

i am faithful to a ghost

to a love that lives only in the quiet corners of my mind

and though he is lost to me

my heart knows no other home

it beats only for him

in the endless ache of waiting

[aboutmybones]

It’s okay-ish

[aboutmybones]

Light years

[aboutmybones]

Now our s ran cold when he left ,You can now not see our messages, as we No longer need your boring account

Ok, I have no idea of what you’re talking about, but you’re still sending weird anon messages to my boring account so you’re doing amazing, have a lovely day!

[lipikkawrites]

Time does not heal your grief, it teaches you to how to wear it.

-@lipikkawrites

[aboutmybones]

I left this “thing” up as a last ditch effort to talk to you again; call me deluded, call me stupid, yet I still hope for it. Everyday. Every single day I hope to know if you are alright, if you’re happy. I pray just to know that you’re safe, at least.

However for some time now, there have been those who pretend to be you. Who tries to take advantage of my pain and pretends to be you. I don’t understand their reason, nor I care, honestly. It’s just awful.

they could never fool me, yet it's so painful.

I wish I had never lost you.

[gnossienne]

Czesław Miłosz, “Ars Poetica?”

[aboutmybones]

I would do anything to hold you again.

[aboutmybones]

maybe one day you'll read.

In the story of my life, there's a chapter where I deeply miss a special friend, whose presence has left an indelible mark on my journey. Our connection transcended the ordinary, akin to a constellation of significance amid life's vast expanse, casting a unique radiance upon my existence.

Reflecting upon the moments we shared is akin to tracing stardust across the canvas of memory. The love that blossomed between us continued to shine like a guiding star, offering direction along the path of my destiny.

Within the embrace of this unique bond, I discovered my true self, unveiling the depths of my passions and aspirations. Their influence, like a gentle cosmic breeze, nurtured the essence of my being.

Today, as I stand before my students, I'm inspired by the profound impact this person had on my life. It led me to become a teacher, allowing me to impart knowledge as we once shared dreams and to offer guidance as enduring as the celestial mysteries.

Although time may have led us on separate journeys, the gratitude I feel remains an eternal star within my heart. Their presence, an enduring source of inspiration, continues to shape my life and the lives of those I teach, much like distant stars illuminating the vast canvas of existence. One last thing. There is one wish that lingers in my heart: the hope to share one last conversation with them, to express my gratitude, offer apologies (they're needed), and to convey that there are no grudges, only beautiful feelings and cherished memories. Your Chiara

[aboutmybones]

If my messages

May cause embarrassment or shame

Or any kind of defamation

please

Tell me and I promise right away I will stop texting

And I will stop bothering you At All

please accept my apology

😅

You’re not who I’m looking for. Sorry.