"There is a particular kind of suffering to be experienced when you love something greater than yourself. — A tender sacrifice.
Like the pained silence felt in the lost song of a mermaid; or the bent of broken feet of a dancing ballerina. It is in every considered step I am taking in the opposite direction of you…”
In the beginning, I wrote to you and you wrote back. For the first time, I had something worth writing about.
Then somewhere during our correspondence, I deviated – and instead of writing to you, I began writing for you. There was so much to say, things I coudnt tell you and I sensed it was important to put it down somewhere. For inherently mankind are compeled to record the greatest moments in our history.
I don’t write to you anymore. Nor do I write for you. But I do write – and every word still aches for you.
i’m still the same … no need to pretend ♫ do you know ~ how it feelsss ♫♫ ~ i hope that you know, that it matters…
#old notes #3 years #looking back :)