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YOU ARE THE REASON

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@misssslb
sleepy eyes and a mind full of you.
She is the poem - June Bates
my heart is weary of carrying your absence
I want in fact more of you. In my mind I am dressing you with light; I am wrapping you up in blankets of complete acceptance and then I give myself to you. I long for you; I who usually long without longing, as though I am unconscious and absorbed in neutrality and apathy, really, utterly long for every bit of you.
// Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
And only into your soul, darling, do I want to pilgrimage, deep, deep inside, where it becomes a temple. And there I want to raise my longing,
// Rainer Maria Rilke, from a diary entry featured in Diaries of a Young Poet
Oh love
My beloved one, peace and longing of my heart,
// Simone de Beauvoir, from a letter to Nelson Algren
The art of wanting it with all of your heart and still letting it go.
Roman Holiday (1953), directed by William Wyler
Dear Milena, I wish the world were ending tomorrow. Then I could take the next train, arrive at your doorstep in Vienna, and say: “Come with me, Milena. We are going to love each other without scruples or fear or restraint. Because the world is ending tomorrow.” Perhaps we don’t love unreasonably because we think we have time, or have to reckon with time. But what if we don't have time? Or what if time, as we know it, is irrelevant? Ah, if only the world were ending tomorrow. We could help each other very much.
Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena