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Honestly, It’s silly to think that you and I are meant to be. I think about us often. When I wake up in the morning. When I lay my head down to sleep at night. I think about our moments together. They were short lived, but the moments gave me more life than oxygen gives me the ability to breath.
I can't stop thinking about you. No matter how much I try... and I do! I really do try to stop thinking about you!
I'm not even sure why I think about you and act like I know you.
I barely even know you!
But, when I think of you, I can escape into a dream.
This dream where I'm happy and content. Where I can live out my dreams.
I'm so sick of feeling trapped.
I know that this is why I dream of you.
You are free.
You are living your dream.
I, live only where I can dream.
Sincerely,
-E.S.
P.S. I'm sorry that you have endless sleepless nights...because I'm always dreaming of you.
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aissateumesma · 11 months
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Eu gosto da atenção detalhada, do carinho gentil, das palavras de conforto. Eu gosto da sensação de segurança que me deixa em paz, da calma onde posso finalmente relaxar. Gosto do dilema do poeta, que me faz olhar para o mundo com outros olhos. Eu gosto da companhia que me faz sorrir e ser honesta sobre o que eu sinto. Gosto de coisas dedicadas a mim especialmente feitas para que eu goste. Eu gosto da curiosidade da vida que carreguei até agora, considerar os erros e aprendizado. Eu gosto do romance que há em estar juntos e sonhar sobre a vida pela frente. Gosto de escrituras que revelam o tamanho do sentimento, minuciosamente descrito para que não reste nenhuma dúvida. Eu gosto do calor no fim da tarde, da vista legal do parque naquela hora. Eu gosto de flores delicadas que mantém a estética minimalista. Gosto do papel que se faz tão primordial mas sem deixar esquecer sua existência. Gosto da proteção que não necessito mas ainda sim faz questão de estar lá por mim. Eu gosto do vento frio e gelado que faz a pele arrepiar, clareando os pensamentos. Gosto de pensar na imortalidade que um sentimento único pode ter, atravessando vidas pelo universo. Eu gosto do calor do desejo que faz meu corpo queimar, onde a respiração corre feito sangue. Gosto de andar de mãos dadas num passeio depois da chuva fresca, alimentando o amor e amizade. Gosto do ritmo que as palavras fazem ao sair da boca com tanta doçura. Eu gosto de coisas dadas a mim juntamente com a lembrança que me vem delas. Eu gosto dos planos que me fazem sonhar que tudo é possível e que tudo ficará bem. Eu gosto do amor calmo e paciente, mas também firme e enlouquecedor as vezes, gosto dele como uma chama que pode ser domada e equilibrada, gosto do amor que faz coisas impossíveis e improváveis para que eu tenha aquilo que eu gosto sem precisar pedir.
-∆t
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A conversation with the ocean:
Are we destined to always reach but never obtain? You with the shore and me with him? Are you going to erode rocks and tremble tremendously while I erode myself and shake horribly with my love for him? Am I meant to give always and reach forever, without ever touching? Am I to have the same fate as you, my mother the ocean? From whom I tremble out of fear of your depths, and I wonder what’s just beneath the surface? Is that who I am destined to be? Always spoken to but never asked about? Always admired but never truly understood or loved? I don’t know how much longer I can wait and break like your waves. It hurts, have you been hurting all this time like this too? Is that why you scream with your waves and cave with your depths? Are you in pain too?
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So there it is. You are finally understood, with your treacherous dips and dives but here I am yet again, understanding but never understood. I love you, and again you will not say anything. Even when I ask. At least you can say someone understands you I suppose.
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theluciddragonfly · 2 years
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What am I doing back here?
After all, the heartache I shared and all the tears I cried I’ve learned to change my heartbeat to the same song the world sings through the whispers of silenced women.
As a woman I’m left in the shadows of a man that doesn’t even exist, and even if I was in love then my entire existence would fall underneath a man.
My momma showed me to only choose someone who loves me before himself, but what if I choose him before I love myself?
Since when did sacrificing your own happiness become a way of life instead of a fatal flaw?
I’ve been abandoned so many times before, so how do I learn to give my heart to someone new?
How do I learn to love myself before his reflection in my dark brown eyes?
Born a women with soft features that adores the beauty in the roses like he admires the voluptuous curves of a goddess.
A celestial beauty with different eyes and a heart of stone.
But I can’t judge because my eyes wander every now and again to the fantasies of another man born opposite of him, but with a heart matching the scars of mine.
I don’t want to bleed to love.
I want someone with a jumping heart that leaps whenever I’m around as if all our time is erased when we gaze into each other’s eyes.
I want a love that’s hopeless because it’s pure and true.
A love that only lives in fairytales.
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Source: We Heart It
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sillawritesnotes · 9 months
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I’m in love & I know!!!
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bakeryair · 9 months
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sweetsummerchild24 · 1 year
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“You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own, than when you almost broke it eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you.”
Persuasion, JA
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carmzzjk · 10 months
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My love for you will forever be our secret.
I’ve fallen in love more times then I can count. A simple hello and my heart drops with the urge to hold. Eyes meet at the same height, with matching dark hair that seemed to shine lighter in the sun. Dimpled smile with eyes as bright. Deep talks into the dark of nights, expressing our fondness. Conversations that lead to nothing more then a mere kiss. But as you showed more I pull back. The constant tug of war my heart pulled with yours. A battle of fear and want as our limbs interwind on the soft covers. As the sun rose you looked for me, but as you searched the covers I disappeared. Gone as far away from you as I could. As you sat there in despair wondering if it even happened at all, I watched from the night sky. Watched as you shed a tear but continue to move on. Your warmth felt nice and I think of it often; but could I call it love if you are just another object?
Author note:
- A Intro to a collection of love letters I’ve written in my time🌷.
- thank you @joomchu for being my proof reader 💌.
- tell me your thoughts baes💗.
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pennedbyvaishdas · 11 months
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To the recipient of my unsent letters
Dear recipient,
You always have the breeze to freeze my soul right there wherever I am from wherever you are. This is another letter to you, to remain unsent, to nurture this lingering attachment. The days of admiration and sucking out even a pinch of inspiration from the people pass across. A sudden realization of the strength of patience. And the ever-tiring and tempting environment begging me to explore and experience as many adventures. Very unlike me and that is very much like you. Do you think this soft, gentle emotion towards you is actually envy? A fit of jealousy remains there holding my heart so tight to remind me how very much unlike me you are. Out there, having a thirst to wander like a free spirit.
I write this letter in a pitch-dark room expecting me to rest even for a little. Why does it happen again? Again when the time is so off. When the distance pulls apart and the words fall along with this drift. This time I engrave so carefully each and every story I want you to hear. I embrace this gap that has happened verbally, physically and emotionally between you and me.
One such hype about this little flutter inside me is that it kickstarts at the weirdest times. And when it does, you are unaware of this blooming joy from the tips of the fingers, dancing to the beats of the heart and swaying to the winds heading towards you.
I wish to know your thoughts about this. Ever felt happy about just the presence of your favourite person? Even if not near but just living in the same world as you are.
In love with the idea of being in love with you, Just another writer
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thalibloom · 1 year
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Dear K
You have been my lover for years now. I know we have had an emotional rollercoaster of a relationship, but when I close my eyes I think of you, always. Love is vulnerability and it requires trust. To trust someone with your heart, is to have faith they will care for it. I prayed for faith because with out it the absense would break us apart. You are unapologetically yourself, I admire that about you. You know what you like and what you dislike, and you have no shame in boasting. You can be child like and desire nurturing from me. As a partner I know you care for me. But I don’t know the depths in which you care for me, I can’t remember a time in which you’ve expressed your feelings towards me with out it being a means to remedy an argument. I pray our hearts will heal, heal from the pains of the past, and reunite stronger than ever before. I love you to the moon and back, when there is no stars visible and clouds cover the night’s sky. You barely can see the moon, but its light illuminates through, my love is of that magnitude. I hope you are able to realize that I too am Human, I am not perfect. I have made mistakes. Allowing my anger spoil our love is one of them, and I regret not being able to let some of the small things go.
I love you and never will stop loving you. Please keep me in your heart, because I know you belong in mine.
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flowersofzephyr · 1 year
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Now is not enough time. Why must we change like the leaves on the trees? Must our feelings always be fleeting? I will run rivers dry just to hear you say my name with I love you right after. Meet me at the telephone pole, whichever one. Or the bench, or the beach or the tree. Meet me somewhere and let’s start over. Just one of them please. You pick and I’ll find you, you don’t even have to specify, I can sense when you are near and when you are far. I love you. I think I will until the end of time.
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illiad-knew-it · 1 year
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“I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity.”
― Franz Kafka, quote from Letters to Milena
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I fell in love with you too soon. I wasn't ready but it doesn't mean that my feelings weren't real.
They were very real and were very much consuming! I was scared and terrified because I didn't know i could feel that way! I overthink a lot of times but all you did was prove me right! All my insecurities came true and you did left me! 💭💌
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I search for you like the poets long for the midnight moon, like you are the only place where I can be in touch with my truths.
Sabina Yesmin
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