I still smile when I hear your name, My heart still skips a beat when I see you I still get urges to kiss your lips, And to hold you in my arms. And I don't know why, maybe in depth of my heart , you're still there. Like my heart is unconvinced that you're gone yet. Your love is like a poison and you're killing me. -by lastnighttalks ♉
It’s easy to be close, but almost impossible to stay close. Think about friends. Think about family. Think about the ones you really love. They’re close to us every single day -sometimes so close we think they are part of us– and then, at some point, they aren’t close anymore. They go away. Only one thing can keep something close over time: holding it there. Grappling with it. Wrestling it to the ground and refusing to let go. What we don’t wrestle we let go of. Love isn’t the absence of struggle. Love is struggle.
June 30. 6:03 a.m. | Couldn't sleep so I came up here. I remember you bookmarking this quote with airport magazines and contracts in your briefcase. Drawn on sticky notes and cup holders in every table you call an office. as if it were a prayer. You walk to the Tower so early. I'm going back. The drops are coming.