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I don’t know how to not love you - the same way you would not know how to love anyone but me”, he whispered to himself as he went to bed - alone and dusty.
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“You can’t marry her to erase me.
I don’t know how to not love you - the same way you would not know how to love anyone but me”, he whispered to himself as he went to bed - alone and dusty.
"Le roi Rothschild," by Charles Lucien Léandre, a caricature of Rothschild with the world in his hands, cover illustration for Le Rire, April 16th, 1898. (Antisemiticroths in France, 1898)
Two Lost Pilots
Composition in gray, blue, earthy, green, white and black. Rough texture common in mural painting. It depicts sailors in a boat deck, prepa
We soared through skies so vast and blue, A bond unbreakable, me and you. But clouds of doubt, they crept between, Distancing hearts, a mournful scene.
I pushed you away, a foolish flight, Ignoring the warmth of your guiding light. My selfishness, a storm that raged, Our friendship's compass, it disengaged.
Our cockpit, a sanctuary of trust, Now filled with silence, a bitter gust. Through turbulence, we should have soared, But fear and doubt, our spirits mauled.
Forgive me, friend, my wayward flight, For dimming the stars that shone so bright.
Can we mend our wings and take to the air, Or will this storm forever linger there?
My dearest friend, I apologize for the storm that tore through our once-steady flight. I’m sorry for pushing you away, as if I could shield myself from the turbulence within. I’m sorry for making you feel adrift, as if you were a lone star in a vast, empty sky. My selfishness, a cruel wind, has battered our friendship. We had once dreamed of soaring together forever, but my actions have grounded our hopes. I’m sorry for leaving you to navigate life’s challenges alone, like a pilot lost in a fog. I’m sorry for the darkness that has replaced the warmth of our companionship. Please forgive me, for I long to see our friendship find its way back to safe harbor, like two lost pilots navigating the stormy skies together.
“Please be courteous. I don’t tolerate disrespect” my ass.
Dan engkaulah, kaulah jalan ku pulang.
Can I rewrite our friendship and delete the part where I fallen in love with you?
"You can't heal the pain that you refuse to feel."
Suatu Masa di Hujung Kerohanian
Melihat ranapnya gelanggang memori kita dulu, tempat berlari-lari berpeluh-peluh. Pepohon rapuh, kayu mereput, lalang meninggi, dan daunan rimbun itu. Jalan-jalan pasir dengan matahari besar menerik panas.
Tidakkah kau merinduiku wahai sahabat?
Seperti hati melarut pergi, dihanyut arus ke hujung rohani.
“…hanya aku yang memuja sisa cinta ini.”
“I am okay. This is just a character” - Matthew MacFayden
Joaquin Sorolla