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[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— octobersfilm on substack (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

[remanence-of-love]

[loserpumpkin]

There is a place inside me where I always find you.

All it takes is the memory of your eyes for everything else to fade away.

It's like a song that understands my heart better than I ever could.

I don't know when this love began.

I only know that it grew quietly until it became a part of who I am.

I love you in a way I never thought was possible,

with a quiet certainty and a depth that words can barely hold.

Maybe it's selfish but I want this life with you.

I want slow sunday mornings and conversations that last for hours.

I want the laughter, the silence and even the difficult days.

I want to know every part of you and keep choosing you,

over and over again.

Until the distance between us disappears,

I will keep finding you in every heartbeat.

Because even if I can't hold your hand today,

my heart has never stopped walking toward you.

I love you. Always.

[vexheart]

[thehopefulquotes]

“It’s amazing how much damage can be done when you have nothing but good intentions.”

— Tom Marin

[loserpumpkin]

Today, the world weighed too much.

I felt as though I were carrying the sky

after it had collapsed onto my shoulders,

forcing me mercilessly against the pavement,

as if it wanted to convince me that I could never stand again.

Every step was a battle and every breath

another crack spreading through my soul.

Then you appeared.

Not like someone who chases the night away

but like a small flame that chooses to burn in the heart of it.

You became the refuge my exhaustion found,

the voice that embraced the silence

when everything inside me was falling apart.

I realized that hope does not always arrive to erase the pain.

Sometimes it simply takes your hand and stays with you

while the world continues to fall apart.

And in the middle of all that darkness,

you became the only light capable

of reminding me that even the most exhausted heart

can still find its way back to itself.

I love you. Always.

[paper-wounds]

Fortesa Latifi, from The Truth About Grief.

[loserpumpkin]

You were the secret language spring used to persuade the flowers to open their eyes and since you left, even the gardens have forgotten how to pronounce color.

And I wander through withered petals, searching for the echo of your name like someone looking for the sun beneath the snow.

Your brown eyes were two planets where autumn learned to be warm, a single glance from you was enough for every storm within me to find its harbor.

Now the universe spins without gravity, because the center of all my orbits chose to leave.

Your hair was a river where the wind rested after traveling the world, every strand seemed to have learned how to dance long before it ever touched your shoulders.

Now the breeze passes by without stopping, unable to recognize a horizon that no longer carries your silhouette.

They say the stars remain in the sky even when their light arrives long after they are gone and I believe the same is true of you.

For you still illuminate my nights, even as distance insists on convincing me that you are no longer here.

I miss you with the desperation of the ocean longing for the moon when the tides refuse to rise, with the silence of a violin whose strings have all been taken away.

There are days when breathing feels like learning a language in which every word means your absence.

What I would give to share just one more moment with you, even if it lasted no longer than the final snowflake before it melts into the earth.

I would trade every tomorrow I have for a single minute in which I could find you again and hear your laughter break the silence.

I miss you so deeply that time has become a broken hourglass, the days continue to fall, yet none of them ever seem to move forward.

Everything still exists, except for that part of the world that only came alive whenever you were with me.

If you returned, I would ask neither for promises nor forever, it would be enough simply to sit beside you and let the universe learn how to breathe through us once again.

For there are loves that do not long to possess, only to find each other again in the same corner of infinity.

And if some god had hidden your name among the constellations, I would spend eternity learning the language of the stars just to find you again.

Because after loving you I realized that my heart no longer beats, it wanders endlessly, like a pilgrim toward the only place it has ever called home.

I love you Calabaza. Always.

[loserpumpkin]

There are moments when I wonder whether beauty was created in an attempt to resemble you, or whether everything beautiful in this world has merely been trying to reach what you already are.

Nothing on this earth can truly explain you, words stumble long before they ever come close to capturing someone like you.

Your brown eyes are the place where I would always choose to lose myself. They are not simply a color, they hold the stillness of the earth after rain, the warmth of a cup cradled between gentle hands on a cold day and the promise of a home I never knew I was searching for.

I could spend an entire lifetime looking into them and still feel as though I had only begun to discover them. I am in love with your brown eyes in a way that almost frightens me with its intensity.

Within them I find refuge, unanswered questions and a tenderness that feels capable of forgiving the entire world. If there has ever been a place in the universe where time wished to stand still, I am certain it exists within your gaze.

I imagine your skin must be as soft as everything you make others feel. There are people whose very presence speaks of gentleness before they are ever touched, and you are one of them.

Even the air seems to grow softer as it passes around you, as though it, too, understands that you deserve to be met with nothing but care.

Your hair frames your face with an elegance that seems impossible to imitate. There is something in the way it falls, in the way it follows every movement you make.

That turns the ordinary into something worthy of being admired for hours. It is as though even the wind considers it a privilege to brush against it.

Yet it would be unfair to believe that your beauty ends with what can be seen. What is truly extraordinary is the soul that lives behind your smile, the way you treat others with a kindness so effortless it feels woven into your very nature.

You love without seeking recognition, you listen without rushing and you make people feel seen simply by existing beside them.

There is a light within you that belongs neither to the sun nor to the stars. You are one of those rare souls who enter a room and without intending to, change the atmosphere completely.

You never have to ask for attention, the peace you carry quietly invites every heart to turn toward you.

If someone were to ask me what the closest thing to a miracle looks like, I would not speak of landscapes or constellations. I would speak of you.

Of your brown eyes that taught me a single color could become a home, of your voice that seems to wrap the world in calm and of the way you exist as though love itself had chosen to take human form.

And perhaps that is the truth I struggle with most, I will never find words worthy of honoring you. The more I try to describe you, the more I realize that all the beauty this world has to offer barely manages to brush against your own.

So instead, I choose to admire you in silence, to be grateful that you exist and to believe again and again, that if there has ever been anything in this life worthy of reverence, it has always been you.

I love you Calabaza. Always.

[loserpumpkin]

My love for you is a constant river, unconditional, with no end in sight, like the eternal flow of time.

You are the melody of my existence, a lullaby that soothes my soul, reminding me that I belong to you.

My desire for you is a sacred fire, burning fiercely through my veins, a deep longing for your presence.

I miss you in every corner of my being, like an empty space that nothing can fill, like an echoing whisper of your absence.

My days are like a waterless desert when you are not by my side, a lonely journey in search of you.

I wish the universe were kinder, allowing us to be together always, like two stars joining in the sky.

I love you with the strength of an ocean that embraces the shore with passion, with a love that knows no limits.

I crave your kisses like the dawn, waking the earth with sweetness, like the very first ray of morning sun.

I miss you like the moon misses the stars when the sky dresses itself in darkness and the night feels cold and lonely.

My days are like a dead end labyrinth when you are not near, a maze of memories and sighs.

I wish time would freeze for a moment so I could bask in your presence, like a spark of eternity in your arms.

I love you with the depth of a root that clings tightly to the earth, with a love that never withers.

I desire your body like the sea craves the sand in a warm, damp embrace, like a wave melting into the shore.

I miss you like life needs air to breathe, when I cannot inhale your scent and the silence grows unbearable.

My days are like a blank book without your words to give them meaning, a volume of stories with no happy ending.

I wish destiny would guide us to each other, like two rivers merging into the sea, like two souls meeting in the infinite.

I love you with the intensity of lightning striking through the night sky, with a love that burns and heals.

I yearn for your soul like the sky longs for the sun, in an eternal and radiant communion like a light guiding my steps.

I miss you like the rain misses the parched earth when the ground cracks and dries, when life feels colorless and empty.

My days are like an hourglass counting down the time of your absence, a clock that pauses whenever you are with me.

I wish love were a compass pointing us toward one another, like a lighthouse guiding the way through the dark.

I love you Clabaza. Always.

[loserpumpkin]

Every time I think of you, something alive is born in my mind, as if an infinite garden were growing beneath my steps.

It is a constant wave rising slowly through my chest, just like a tide reclaiming its place upon the shore.

Before you, I strip away all the armor I built, remaining vulnerable, without any shields to protect me.

I show myself as I am, exposed and defenseless, because in your presence I have no need to hide my fragility.

Life used to be a hostile labyrinth, difficult to comprehend but by loving you I have let go of all the resentment I carried.

I look at you, and suddenly I find enough peace to forgive the harshness of the world and of my own past.

Giving you my heart in such an absolute way means I have closed the door to any other destiny.

I know very well this feeling is unique and final; after you, this heart will not know how to look at anyone else.

I am only frightened by the fragility of my own existence when I think of the silence that would follow my departure.

If death claims me, it will hurt to leave this world, for no one else will know how to translate your beauty into words.

I love you. Always.

[remanence-of-love]

[thoughtkick]

“Whatever you decide to do, make sure it makes you happy.”

— Unknown

[vexheart]

"Franz Kafka" was the saddest writer in history of earth.

[whimsylilou]

[heldinmemory]

I am angry, but not because I'm full of hate. I am angry because every time I've loved, I've only been met with hate. I've given love to people who are undeserving of it. Undeserving of what my love feels like. The more love I give, the less I seem to get back.

[vexheart]

[remanence-of-love]