the city that we grew up in has changed.
the streets, the buildings, the people too,
even i’m no longer the same.
everything has changed, yet my love for you remains just as it was when we were 14
…and here i am at 26.
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the city that we grew up in has changed.
the streets, the buildings, the people too,
even i’m no longer the same.
everything has changed, yet my love for you remains just as it was when we were 14
…and here i am at 26.
“Some people create their own storms then get upset when it rains.”
— Unknown
it feels like 2015 all over again, when you leaving on a jet plane.
i’m willing to hold you once again, only to let you go, just so i can see your face.
the yearning became my closest companion, it was the closest i could get to you.
Warsan Shire, from “Hooyo Full of Grace”, Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head
François Truffaut, L'Histoire d'Adèle H. (𝟣𝟫𝟩𝟧)
and sometimes against all odds, against all logic, we hope.
i saw you in my dream today. you were standing at the corner, smiling at me, as handsome as ever. like a scene from my favorite movie, everything around me moved in slow motion when i saw you smiling, & my world stopped when i looked into your eyes. i have always and have been in love with you, whether in reality or this fantasy-it’s always been you. and i hate to be woken up to a reality where your smile and eyes don’t greet me.
The bog garden of Great Saling Hall in Essex.
Creative Gardens, 1986