#fated lovers.

[maeumsim]

Deep down I know (not simply believe) all of this, and now that I feel okay again I can tell you: You are eternal. Really, it’s not out of arrogance that I say “I know”; I’ve humbled myself in silence so I can devote more to you.

Qiu Miaojin, Last Words From Montmartre (1996)

[maeumsim]

Getting Into Bed On A December Night

by Ellen Bass

When I slip beneath the quilt and fold into

your warmth, I think we are like the pages

of a love letter written thirty years ago

that some aging god still reads each day

and then tucks back into its envelope.