#to js

[piccalily]

To J.S. - Alfred Lord Tennyson, 1842 // Mary Haskell to Kahlil Gibran, 1912 // Big God - Florence and the Machine, 2018

[itspileofgoodthings]

God gives us love—

something to love He lends us.

but when love is grown to ripeness

that on which it throve falls off—

and love is left alone.

[letterstojs]

I have been lost in my space of thoughts, and I still can't find the way out of this void I made in my heart. I am missing you. I miss writing letters to you. But I know that I am not in the right state to write more letters to you. For now, at least. But know that there is not a day that I don't yearn for your voice. There is not a day that I never miss seeing your smiles.

My dear, the time will come and I will be able to patch myself together, and by then, I will continue writing letters for you.