#love+found

[evenlis]

Good exists, and the gods still listen. They brought you back to me.

- Evenlis

[sunflowerstwin]

[kenzogal]

Hanna Schönberg with her boyfriend! 💕

[elejahfanfic]

Del x Malcom_

Fides Cordis_

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@darknightfrombeyond 🎁

[friendliestofdaisies]

Dear Stranger,

A friend of mine once asked me if I would rather meet the love of my life and lose him or not meet him at all. At the time that she asked me, my answer was the latter. I would rather not feel that joy of having met someone who fills you up with precious joy, warmth, and love if I would end up losing him and trading all those for equally excruciating pain or more. I knew, I wasn't brave enough. Back then, I knew that I was not strong enough to be handed something that will make me immensely happy then have it taken away from me.

Her on the other hand said that she would prefer the first one-- meet the love of her life even if eventually, she will lose him. She said that if it will be painful, then so be it. The love they shared would be worth whatever pain comes after the loss. Such courage. Then that is probably why they say love is for the courageous.

If you'd like to know what happened, years later, that friend and I parted ways. Last time I heard that she was happily in a relationship. Maybe she is, until now. I wish it so.

As for me, I have taken the risk eventually. I have loved, and eventually lost that love. Or I think it is more precise to say that it had taken a different form and up to this day, it is still transforming. The person that I loved ended up loving another. Are they happy? Probably. I wish it so.

What about you? Which one would you prefer--meet the love of your life and lose him/her or not meet him/her at all.

Just giving you some thoughts to ponder on,

the friendliestofdaisies 🌼

[madnesssy]

To Breathe

I am grateful

for the way you

make me feel

Real.

I am grateful

for the way you

hold me when

you can tell

that the

ground has

shattered from

underneath me.

Sometimes, just

the sound of

your voice

brings me back to

Earth when I am

spinning endlessly,

losing oxygen in

the far, thin patches of

my atmosphere.

Every word brings me

back, slowly,

reminding me that

I am here and

now and

real, very real -

and still

very much able

to breathe.

[pocketofmemoirs]

The world looks for grandeur.

For great acts of love.

I find myself seeking subtle gestures.

Often missed by an unfortunate few.

Love - its simplest form unexplored.

They see a portrait.

I see a passage.

For a message that’s now forever etched.

Of a love that never did fade.

Eyes that gaze intently.

Reminding me to remember.

Never forget.

- JoBen