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sincerelyandreal · 5 months
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Maybe this is how I heal (Verse 1)
I have a feeling that...
Maybe in a perfect world, a different me but still me, would have never let you go. I would have never struggled in finding the right words to tell you how I feel. Even if I do, in that perfect world, If my mouth couldn't find the right words that match how I feel, my warm embrace can.
In a perfect world, I would have sung you songs so you'll hear what my love sounds like if it were a music.
How fun would it have been if I held your hand while walking under the rainy skies, and we'd laughed about how we try to act like we're main characters from a movie at every chance we get.
I imagine, there would be times when we'd pretend like an old couple reminiscing the past, dancing to the old songs we'd hear on the radio. Suddenly, the songs would make me wonder if reincarnation is true, and if in all the past lives I might have had, I always had you.
For sure, there would be many times when I'd just watch you sleep and stare at every feature of your face - the shape of your brows, your lashes, the lines under your eyes, your nose bridge, the shape and color of your lips, your chin and cheeks, the lines on your forehead - and I'd thank God and ask Him at the same time, what have I done to deserve such bliss. I'd listen to your every sigh, sneeze, and snore as if it's the sound of a bamboo flute.
In a perfect world, I would have shown you all the essays and poems I wrote for you. You would have been my judge in every new recipe I'd try. We'd share a warm cup of tea while staring at whatever beautiful scenery. At nights when it's difficult to sleep, we'd listen to each other's stories while staring at the stars and the moon in our window. We'd talk for hours. We'd watch movies until we fell asleep.
In a perfect world, every day, at the end of the day, we'd go home tired from work, from traffic, from deadlines and backlogs, from people and instances, and despite of it all, we would still anticipate talking to each other. We'd welcome each other home through a warm embrace, a little sway to the left and right, we'd discuss what would we get for dinner, and kiss a little longer before changing our work clothes. We would laugh at each other's jokes, no matter how bad it may be. We would talk more about news, no matter how stressful it may be. All things become bearable because no matter how much weight we carry on our shoulders, you'd know you will always have me, and I will always have you. We would always love each other even in times when we couldn't kiss each other good night due to unresolved arguments.
Maybe in a perfect world, I wouldn't have to wonder what all of these feel like because everything is perfect the way I could only wish it would be.
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sincerelyandreal · 5 months
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Rocío Romero García
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Dropping some of my favorite lines from the movie, Pierrot le fou directed by Jean-Luc Godard in 1965. A movie about how love, despite its spontaneity, can drive one to madness 👏
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sincerelyandreal · 6 months
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May Sarton, from "She Shall Be Called Woman", Selected Poems
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{Words by Charles Bukowski/ Mary Oliver from invitation}
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Joseph Brodsky, translated by Howard Moss, from a poem titled "I Sit By The Window,"
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Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner/Jaun beaur
Almost, Almost, almo...
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sincerelyandreal · 7 months
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— Trista Mateer ,“I Still Forget We’re Not Even Friends”
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-JmStorm
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Haruki Marukami
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sincerelyandreal · 7 months
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You know I still love you despite everything that happened. With all honesty, I don't think I'll get over you sooner, but I want you to be happy. All I could ever wish is to see you well and happy. I love you so much.
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sincerelyandreal · 8 months
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Love is a gift. It's a gift of oneself given freely. It's not something one can ever ask for.
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(Painting by Michael Malm, 1972)
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sincerelyandreal · 8 months
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"Love is not something we come to by reason. It's more like a vapor, a dream, perhaps, to lure us into the enchantment of our own stories".
I'm here to love you. And, I wish for you to love me in return.
I want our solitudes to be together. I want that love professed in ageless tales. I want that longing you felt for the Queen of Sheba, and that love you gave to your genius, Zefir. I want it.
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sincerelyandreal · 8 months
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I tried to make amends. To atone, I would put myself in the bottle. To be sealed. That way, she could have more power over me. To be nothing in a bottle. I could do that for her. And every time, it would appease. Every time, except for the last. When, like a sudden squall, all thunder and lightning, she began to weep and wail, and said, "I wish I could forget I ever met you".
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And she did, on the instant. She was out. I was in. She'd forgotten me. Alithea, how can it be a mistake to love someone entirely?
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sincerelyandreal · 8 months
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Jennette McCurdy, I'm Glad My Mom Died
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