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@william-frost
“I believe that, when it comes down to it, the ones I want to stay are always the first to leave. Which is why, like the monster I believe myself to be, I leave my love locked in a cage and throw away the key. Not out of hatred or anger, but because of fear. That the love within will break free and be destroyed once more.”
— William Frost // The Monster Within
“I have come to the harsh realization that I truly do not know what it feels to be loved. I have had glimpses, fleeting pictures of what it might be but I do not truly know it. I am left wondering if maybe one day I will, or if it will be just one of those things I wanted and never had the chance to capture.”
— William Frost // To Have Never Loved At All
“I often wonder to myself if I deserve the loneliness I feel. Even amongst the people I love most I feel detached. As if I’m part of some other world, and all I am is an imposter and an outsider. I have always yearned for something more than myself. Maybe I’ll always be searching for whatever that is.”
— William Frost // On The Outside Looking In
“I’ve been sleeping a lot more lately. I know it’s common for people to lose sleep over someone. But that’s not the case with you. I sleep in the hopes that maybe one day I’ll wake up and not remember who you are, who we were, and who we will never be.”
— William Frost // Memory
“I think I will keep writing about you until I can’t write about you anymore. I’ll write you into fiction, I’ll write you out of my heart. I’ll write until the memories are nothing but an afterthought.”
— William Frost // A Writers Dilemma
“I have always been good at revealing my fondness through words. But I loved you in a way words could not express. But I was too blind and too naïve to see that although our mouths spoke the same language, our hearts did not.”
— William Frost // Languages
“Each day I hold on to the hope that every decision I make is leading me to you. I may not know your name, where you’re from, who you loved, but one day I’ll know it all. Until then sleep soundly, rest easy my love. I know you’re out there, make it here, make it to me.”
— William Frost // My Arms Await
“I am no stranger to Loneliness, he and I are like old drinking buddies, he’s always there when I am at my lowest. With a drink in hand he pats my back and greets me with a laugh.
‘Here we are again,’ he says as he sits next to me.
‘Here we are,’ I sigh.
‘What is it this time? Girl? Job?’ He takes another sip of his whiskey.
‘All of the above,’ I say. ‘Glad to see you’re still with me.’
‘I’ll always be with you my old friend, always,’ he smiles.”
— William Frost // A Night with Loneliness
“It seems as though I have found myself in a place of great pain and sorrow. For once again I’ve merely brushed shoulders with love and all of its delights. All I can manage to do is idly stare at something that I long for with all my soul, evaporate before my eyes.”
— William Frost // The Name of the Wind
“I like to think the truest and purest form of love is self sacrifice. A complete disregard of ones own happiness for someone else’s. So as I watch you move on and live your life I will stay behind knowing that I loved you with every fiber of who I am. And who I am is the one will love you for eternity.”
— William Frost // A Love To Last A Lifetime
I’m sorry I haven’t been posting as much recently guys! Been super busy with my move to LA! But I’ll be back after everything’s settled down! Love you all!
“Oh what joy it is to live, to breathe, to feel the suns warmth on your face. What joy it is to love and be loved in return, to feel their hand in yours. What joy it is to feel joy, to feel sorrow, to feel. What joy it is to be alive.”
— William Frost // The Joy of Living
“The brush of your finger tips lingers on my skin . Like an echo of the past was sent to displace me and take me back to a time in which things were different. Is it wrong of me to wish for the ability to turn back time? So I can feel your hand in mine once more, and I can feel your soul collide with mine. Is it wrong of me to want to change the past, so that you and I could have had a future?”
— William Frost // The Wistful Time Traveller
“Sometimes I wish I could slow time and take a look at every little moment before me. I want appreciate every moment before it passes by me forever. In this life of pain and darkness, we have a tendency to be blinded by the hardship. But there is also light and color and joy. There is always hope. I hope this year and the years to come are wonderfully unhurried and beautifully fulfilling.”
— William Frost // The Next Decade
“You have left me in disarray. You have left my soul distorted, and my heart in shambles. Yet, here I am, still hoping, still waiting. Waiting for the impossible, waiting for your return.”
— William Frost // Until Your Return
“It’s been a long time since I’ve wanted to open up to someone. To see them every day and bask in their eternally bright energy. How my mood brightens when they’re inches away just close enough to touch but never touching. How my ears are blessed with the blissful sound of their voice. But I am weary and I am fearful of the past, and how it somehow seems to repeat itself.”
— William Frost // Is It Safe To Fall In Love Again?
“I’m a weak person. Not physically, no. I’m weak in a way that can cripple even the strongest of people. I’m weak when it comes to love, and those who I choose to give it to. I’m weakened when love enters my life and then somehow makes an exit as quick as it came. I’m weak because I constantly try to reach for something unreachable. I’m weak for love. I’m weak for you.”
— William Frost // Weakness