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“I guess being needed is almost as good as being loved. Maybe better.”
— Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
Why must everything end in heartbreak?
#29.01.24
All the things I did to make you mine
If it was a piece of paper, I would tear it. If it was a bottle, I would break it. If it was a wall, I would tear it down- But it is my heart - unknown
You cannot make everyone think and feel as deeply as you do. This is your tragedy... because you understand them, and they do not understand you.
Daniel Saint
it is not an evil thing to look at yourself with kindness. Your life was never meant to be a punishment
Every day that we didn't speak felt like declaring war in a battle I didn't want to fight - Sylvia Plath
I had all and then most of her. Some. And now none. My eyes hurt. My soul is tired. I just want to be the man she fell for again.
اللهم اجْـعَلَ القُرْآنَ رَبِيـعَ قَلْبِـي وَنورَ صَـدْرِي وجَلَاءَ حُـزْنِي وذَهَابَ هَمِّـي
Allāhumma ij`ala ‘l-Qur'āna rabī`a qalbī, wa nūra ṣadrī, wa jalā'a ḥuznī, wa dhahāba hammī.
“Oh Allāh make the Qur'an the spring of my heart, and the light of my chest, the banisher of my sadness, and the reliever of my distress.”
Ibn Rajab
"How can a believer not shed tears at the departure of Ramadan, when he does not even know whether he will be alive for its return?”
[Lataa.if al-Ma'aarif - p.217]
I loved it when you spoke to me so lovingly. With so much affection. You called me baby. That’s all I wanted. You would call me shuna and moyna. Queen. Bride. Wifey. My love. Shundori. All the things I loved. And I ate it all up like it was the best thing ever. You were basically an addiction. A drug I couldn’t get enough of.
You chose to erase my love and I from your life, but you didn’t have to erase my love and I from my own life.
Remember I said I loved you for life? Baby It wasn’t a lie
You made me feel like I could feel again. You made me realise my story didn’t end. I didn’t know my heart could hurt like that. Everything was numb when you said it was over.
You were sat in the car smiling. I took pictures of you. You looked so beautiful. Your smile was so big it felt like it could scoop me up and make me feel better in any circumstance. I saved the pictures as videos. I could hear you laughing at me speaking about you being the view. You looked at me with so much love. No one’s ever looked at me like that. I fell so deeply in love with you that I couldn’t believe you were real. I thought what did I do to deserve so much love like this. That day was short but my heart felt so content with you.
The loml dumped me
“You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering.”
— Ernest Hemingway