We Can Run On Love For A While

[ohlivee]

source: sunsetoned

[oatymilks]

source: sunsetoned

[thoughtkick]

“I wanted it so much. I don’t know why I wanted it so much.”

— Ernest Hemingway, Cat in the Rain

[thehopefulquotes]

“I was in my house, alone in the living room, anxious about you, watching the flashes of lightning. And a flash of lightning lit up this truth for me, right in front of my eye. That night I lost you, I lost something inside me. Or perhaps several things. Something central to my existence, the very support for who I am as a person.”

— Haruki Murakami

[saltyocean]

alexis doyle

[nature-travel-photography]

A rainbow feather in the sky over Jiangyin, China. This is a real and rare atmospheric event called cloud iridescence - Author: Double_Flamingoes

[quotefeeling]

“Life is not a problem to be solved, but a reality to be experienced.”

— Soren Kierkegaard

[hue-d]

[saltyocean]

alexis doyle

[thoughtkick]

“When it’s over, leave. Don’t continue watering a dead flower.”

— Unknown

[nature-travel-photography]

Adriatic Coast,Croatia🇭🇷 - Author: Beginning_Buy_1332

[soracities]

Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch (trans. Gregory Rabassa)

[Text ID: “As if you could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the middle of the courtyard.”]

[remanence-of-love]

[thoughtkick]

“To have someone understand your mind is a different kind of intimacy.”

— Unknown

[thoughtkick]

“The past doesn’t need you anymore. Your future does.”

— Unknown

[solenra-deactivated20260508]

It makes me sad

knowing there may come a day

where your name lives only in silence,

where we become strangers

who remember too much.

And the worst part is

I know you miss me.

I know there are moments

you reach for me in your mind

before you remember

you chose not to.

But pride is a quiet prison, isn’t it?

One word

I’m sorry,

sits heavy on your tongue,

too honest,

too exposing,

too real.

So you stay where you are,

convincing yourself

it’s easier to carry the weight

than to admit you dropped it.

And I see you.

More clearly now than I ever did before.

All the things you couldn’t say,

all the ways you folded into yourself

I understand them now.

I just wish you had let me in.

Because I never really left.

Not the way you think.

I stayed

in patience,

in silence,

in all the space you never filled.

And if you had turned around,

even once,

I would have been there.

Still loving you.

Still choosing you.

Still willing to try again

like nothing ever broke.

But you didn’t.

So now I stand at a distance,

learning how to let you go

without ever really releasing you

watching a life I’m no longer part of,

hoping, foolishly,

that tomorrow

might rewrite everything we lost.

[paper-wounds]