“…. his mind was indeed my library, and whenever it was opened to me, I entered bliss..... his tomes of thought were collyrium to the spirit's eyes; over their contents, inward sight grew clear and strong. I used to think what a delight it would be for one who loved him better than he loved himself, to gather and store up those handfuls of gold-dust, so recklessly flung to heaven's reckless winds.” :Charlotte Brontë ~ Villette
i wish you were here saying, is so real waking up and trying to get through the day, not touching the kinds of stuff you bought me but seeing each time whenever i cross the cubbyhole.
wish you were here, but where? where do i need you the most? to play volleyball and have you on my team? or watch stars together, trying to spread the butter perfectly on the toast? to go for a walk? or talk about everything? or stand by me when everyone is against me? where exactly do I need you? i feel everywhere.
my feelings are torn between accepting fate and denying that our paths are meant to converge. i want us to reach out to each other in the darkness, to reach the beach and see the beauty of the lighthouse, but we haven't gotten there yet. im thinking of new ways to reach out.
don’t worry, i will stand tall like a shining queen and i refuse to wait for a frightened scream again. have i failed in my words and deeds alone?
i was drowning, and drowning more than a thousand times before my heart could ever take its breath away.
well again, i wish you were here but-
the petty done, the undone vast🕊️-the last ride together, robert browning
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i wish you were here with me watching “rise of gru” and laughing just as much as i do. i wish you could hold the cats playing on the patio. i wish you were everywhere i look, but then, wishful thinking is not enough. i covered myself with a blanket lying on the floor, slowly wrapping myself like a baby, but in no time, i was dripping with sweat. suddenly, i woke up feeling cold out of nowhere and realized it was a bittersweet dream.
i wish you were here, but sometimes it’s okay to have mixed feelings. it’s like having saffron ice cream for your whole life. i wish you not to be here anymore. because i can’t have saffron ice cream my whole life. i can’t have something which can never make me feel satisfied.
