[myinsignificantothers]

[“Some things, once you’ve loved them, become yours forever. And if you try to let them go, they only circle back and return to you. They become part of who you are.”]

[metamorphesque]

― Salma Deera, Letters From Medea

[text ID: The centre of every poem is this: / I have loved you. / I have had to deal with that.]

[thoughtkick]

“Just because something doesn’t last forever, doesn’t mean it wasn’t meaningful while it did last.”

— Candace Bushnell

[persianmom]

dreams about former friends or lovers used to cause me so much grief. i’d wake up to a weighted sadness that I would carry around with me for the entirety of the day but now it just feels bittersweet because… even though I don’t actively think of you anymore, you are still stored deep in my subconscious and my heart….

[nixscriptum]

[literaryvein]

L. V., exhumed writings

[nixscriptum]

[myinsignificantothers]

"When We Two Parted"

- Lord Byron

When we two parted

In silence and tears,

Half broken-hearted

To sever for years,

Pale grew thy cheek and cold,

Colder thy kiss;

Truly that hour foretold

Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning

Sunk chill on my brow—

It felt like the warning

Of what I feel now.

Thy vows are all broken,

And light is thy fame;

I hear thy name spoken,

And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,

A knell to mine ear;

A shudder comes o’er me—

Why wert thou so dear?

They know not I knew thee,

Who knew thee too well—

Long, long shall I rue thee,

Too deeply to tell.

In secret we met—

In silence I grieve,

That thy heart could forget,

Thy spirit deceive.

If I should meet thee

After long years,

How should I greet thee?—

With silence and tears.

[mournfulroses]

Martha Gellhorn, from a letter to Rosamound Lehmann featured in The Selected Letters of Martha Gellhorn

[emisoras]

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[mournfulroses]

Franz Kafka, from a letter to Milena Jesenka featured in "Letters to Milena," originally published in 1952

[myinsignificantothers]

[mirethos]

[nixscriptum]

[mirethos]

[literaryvein]

L. V., conversations in the dark

[dilemarhoom]

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

there are days when i wake up to the thoughts “we touched, we touched, i touched divinity” every time i see you in my dreams, my body knows it before i am able to to consciously acknowledge that we met in the dream. i wake up to the moist feeling of what it used to be like being near you. oh the way somebody comes back, but only in a dream.