I know that’s what people say— you’ll get over it. I’d say it, too. But I know it’s not true. Oh, you’ll be happy again, never fear. But you won’t forget. Every time you fall in love it will be because something in the man reminds you of him.
— Betty Smith - A Tree Grows in Brooklyn (via thatquote)
(Source: ppendragon)
“I want to be your friend, and it’s okay with me that there’s nothing else. But can I just - can I just tell you one time the way I feel about you? Pamela, I’m in love with you. Yeah, it’s that bad. You’re so beautiful to me. Shut up. Let me tell you. Let me. Every time I look at your face or even remember it, it wrecks me. And the way you are with me - and you’re just fun, and you shit all over me, and you make fun of me, and you’re real. I don’t have enough time in any day to think about you enough. I feel like I’m going to live a thousand years because that’s how long it’s going to take me to have one thought about you, which is that I’m crazy about you, Pamela. I don’t want to be with anybody else. I don’t. I really don’t. I don’t think about women anymore. I think about you. I had a dream the other night that you and I were on a train. We were on this train and you were holding my hand. That’s the whole dream. You were holding my hand. And I felt you holding my hand. I woke up and I couldn’t believe it wasn’t real. I’m sick in love with you, Pamela. It’s like a condition. It’s like polio. I feel like I’m going to die if I can’t be with you. And I can’t be with you, so I’m going to die, and I don’t care. Because I was brought into existence to know you, and that’s enough. The idea that you would want me back, it’s, like, greedy. I’m doing a bad job at this.”
(Source: mochitori)
Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.
— Neil Gaiman - The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones
(Source: -revive)
The waiting never quite felt like waiting
When the waiting was with you
-Slow Club, It Doesn’t Have to Be Beautiful
