Loneliness is the human condition.
The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow. Never expect to outgrow loneliness. Never hope to find people who will understand you, someone to fill that space. An intelligent, sensitive person is the exception, the very great exception. If you expect to find people who will understand you, you will grow murderous with disappointment. The best you’ll ever do is to understand yourself, know what it is that you want, and not let the cattle stand in your way.
― Janet Fitch, White Oleander
Take off your clothes. Show me. Show me your edges. I want to see with my own eyes where you end and where I begin. I want to see where I fit, where you leave off being you and turn into me
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…I’ve resisted your coos and your well planned advances despite them being precise, well thought out-successful, just as you were trained to be -in any given situation; rote, like getting dressed.
Seduce her by any means possible.
I believe your mind was set on a conquest, a plan was formulated. Once that plan was put into action, it flowed through you, effortlessly. You’ve been tireless.
I admit, I rather like this game of chase, it feels good not only to be desired, but to be in absolute control of it. We don’t move until I said move.
And you, so charmingly persistent and on your best behavior…
I see through your chivalry- I feel what you crave-I crave too
but I know you like the thrill of the hunt–the chase, the conquest — the more challenging the pursuit, the better… the thought of the pursuer and the pursued.
I let you give chase, giving you a run for your money–but you’re gaining on me.
I’m unable to ward off your sweet nothing proposals and promises; I’ve lost the ability to thwart your advances.
Or maybe I just lost the desire to resist you.
Your presence over time has overwhelmed me, broken my defences-I can feel myself being consumed by you. I have no choice but to accept defeat, and surrender myself totally to you…
To be continued…
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He loved her, of course, but better than that, he chose her, day after day, Choice: that was the thing.
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I love you the way a drowning man loves air. And it would destroy me to have you just a little.
Rae Carson, The Crown of Embers
I am catastrophically in love with you
Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess
Love demands expression. It will not stay still, stay silent, be good, be modest, be seen and not heard, no. It will break out in tongues of praise, the high note that smashes the glass and spills the liquid.
Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body
(You Were Killing Me)
I was your cure and you were my disease, I was saving you but you were killing me.
wonder where you are.
Please don’t come around tonight
cause I can’t stand to see you and I don’t want to fight.
Gimme one more drink and I swear I think I’ll be ready
to make the same mistakes again with you.
The darkness takes him over,
the sickness pulls him in;
his eyes—a blown out candle,
I wish to go with him.
Sometimes I see a flicker—
a light that shone from them;
I hold him to me tightly,
before he’s gone again.
By Lang Leav
“I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.
This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Read more