"do you still stay up at night and think about us."
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"do you still stay up at night and think about us."
“I used to think the worst thing in life was to end up all alone. It’s not. The worst thing in life is to end up with people who make you feel all alone.”
— Robin Williams
“The cost of not following your heart is spending the rest of your life wishing you had.”
— Unknown
- Elements of Us: Ash & Ember -
My love has burned - not once, but deep,
in nights where even fire weeps.
It cracked, it fell, it had its cost,
but some things burn and still aren’t lost.
It lived through silence, sharp and wide,
the kind that eats the light inside.
It stayed when nothing else could stay -
a hand that never pulled away.
It never left, it never cooled,
though love was bent and distance ruled.
It stayed within, beneath the skin,
fire I never let grow thin.
This love is ember, low and red,
a quiet heat that’s never fled.
No longer wild, no longer blind -
but fiercer now, and more refined.
So come and rest beside its glow.
You’ve seen it break. You’ve seen it grow.
And all that’s left, through smoke and flame -
is love that stayed, and stays the same.
It doesn’t beg, it doesn’t flee,
just holds its shape inside of me.
No need to change — it always knew.
It lives in me. It burns for you.
-DBD-
- Elements of Us: Thread of Gold -
There is a thread I cannot see,
that runs from you straight into me.
No hand has tied it, none could sever -
it simply was. It is. Forever.
It doesn't pull, it doesn’t weigh,
but hums when you are far away.
A silent line, a sacred thread,
that winds through all we’ve done and said.
It’s in the pause, the quiet hum,
the knowing glance when words won’t come.
It’s in the ache, the sudden peace -
the way our stillness comes with ease.
No oath was sworn, no promise made -
just something time could not unbraid.
It holds through storm, through hush, through fold,
an unseen bond, a thread of gold.
-DBD-
- Elements of Us: The Silent Wind -
My love is wind that doesn’t cry, it moves in silence, passing by.
You may not see the way it bends, but feel it brush you now and then.
It stirs the curtains, cools your skin, a whisper where the world has been.
It holds no shape, it speaks no line - yet brushes yours as if it's mine.
It knows the roads you choose alone, the nights you face the dark unknown.
It cannot hold, it cannot stay - but still, it follows anyway.
Through distance, dusk, or shifting air, my love goes on, though I’m not there.
Not loud, not near, but ever true - a quiet wind that reaches you.
-DBD-
- Elements of Us: Steady Light -
My love is light that doesn’t fade, a quiet sun behind the shade.
It finds you when the night feels long, a soft and ever-present song.
It waits beyond your storm-stilled skies, a steady gleam that never lies.
Not blinding, no - it doesn't burn, but shines each time you dare return.
You don’t need wings to reach its height, it waits for you without a fight.
It glows when all the world turns dim, a light that sings, not shouts - not grim.
So when your path is lost to sight, walk toward the pull of steady light.
No flare, no blaze — just something true:
my love, still shining back to you.
-DBD-
- Elements of Us: Sacred Ground -
My love is soil, is breath, is skin - the place where you begin again.
A hush beneath your every ache, a vow the wind could never break.
It lives in touch that knows you well, in limbs that hold, in hearts that dwell.
Not just a home - but holy land, made sacred by your reaching hand.
You do not need to speak aloud. I feel your need beneath the shroud. You fall, and I am there, full-grown - a field that softens every stone.
My love is warmth beneath the weight, a pulse that meets your shifting state.
No need to shine, no need to sway - just love that never turns away.
So lay your burdens, bare your skin. There’s room for all you hold within.
This love does more than stay around - it is your name in sacred ground.
-DBD-
- Elements of Us: Still Water -
My love is still, like midnight lakes, it doesn't rise, it doesn't break.
But touch the surface, linger there - you'll feel how much I truly care.
It holds your shape when you lean in, each quiet thought, each softened grin. I feel you even when you're far, a pull as constant as a star.
My arms aren't waves, they do not chase - but make for you a resting place.
Come lay your burdens next to mine, and lose the need to speak in line.
I know the depths you try to hide, the tides you tame, the waves you ride. And still, I wait - unchanged, aware, that loving you means being there.
There’s no performance, no disguise - just honest touch and open eyes.
So come to me when days grow long, my silence hums your favorite song.
You’ll find me calm, but never cold,
a body warm, a hand to hold.
My love is still - but never small;
it’s where you land, it’s where you fall.
-DBD-
You are the only thing I have ever craved more than peace. When I hold you, I don’t just want your body — I want your mornings, your anger, your laughter, your loyalty. I want the parts of you no one else even knows exist.
— Ernest Hemingway, from The Sun Also Rises (via lunamonchtuna)
- Elements of Us: Quiet Flame -
My love isn’t loud, it doesn’t have to be,
I wear it proud for all to see.
It lives in looks, in quiet grace,
in stolen glances, soft embrace.
It lingers long when words grow few,
a steady fire, deep and true.
No need for thunder, flash, or flame -
it speaks each time I breathe your name.
It’s patient when the world turns fast,
it finds a way, it learns to last.
No show, no script, no grand parade -
just love that doesn’t shrink or fade.
And though the world may crave the loud;
I’ll love you soft, I’ll love you proud.
-DBD-
- Spoken Word -
Our love was written in the stars — not as a fleeting spark, but as a constellation only the patient would ever see.
It was never lost only out of step —
waiting for the sky to shift beneath us.
We spun in separate orbits, called by different moons, but something deeper held: a gravity we couldn’t name.
Time bent. Silence grew between us. Still... I heard the echo of you in every quiet night.
Both of us tethered to a pull we never asked for.
You — chasing light across unfamiliar skies. Me — standing still, arms stretched to the dark.
I have loved you through the drift — through seasons that forgot your face, through days that begged me to let go.
But I never unlearned your name..
I would fold the heavens in half to close the distance. Break the laws of time to bring you home.
Because what we have is older than fear — and stronger than silence.
So go your way, if you must... but know this:
the thread that binds us doesn’t break. It hums. It stretches. It waits.
And when the sky decides we’ve waited long enough — when the stars remember what they once aligned —
I’ll meet you there.
Where time runs soft... and love comes easy.
-DBD-
- 2:22 am -
I carry you like a fever in silence, burning through nights that will not end; where even the stars seem to mourn, their cold light echoing your distance.
I yearn for your touch so deeply, it’s grown into my bones. The air thickens with your absence - every breath a slow unraveling, each moment a ghost of what never was.
You move through your world untouched by this ache, unaware that my heart stammers in your shadow, that your name hums just beneath my skin.
And yet, somewhere, quietly, I believe: there is a thread, thin as breath, bright as blood - binding us across this silence.
I wait, tugging gently.
Waiting until one day,
you might tug back.
-DBD-
“Everyone needs a person to whom you can actually tell the truth when he/she asks “How are you?””
— Tinku Razoria