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blossomfully · 4 years
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“So I said: “please love me,” and what I meant was: please treat me gently. Please love me with a love that can be felt. That can be touched. A love that I can write about gracefully if and when it ends. Which I may look upon with pacific eyes, and say: “that was a good love. It had to end but it was good.””
Sue Zhao
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lifewithbells · 4 years
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blossomfully · 4 years
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“I love you but I do not feel safe to love you. Do you understand? My heart, it does not feel safe. It feels as though it has the tip of one hundred knives pressed against it. One wrong move and it will be sliced to pieces. So it beats ever-so quietly. Loves you ever-so silently. It buys you mangoes. Kisses your cheek. Reaches for your hand but does not grasp it too tightly. It waits for the knives to recede.”
Sue Zhao
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blossomfully · 3 years
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blossomfully · 4 years
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“I never thought that the leaving was beautiful. Not when I have spent my whole life trying to stay.”
Sue Zhao || Nothing but Strawberries || @blossomfully
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blossomfully · 4 years
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“Sometimes,” said the girl, “I still think we could have loved each other. But it doesn’t matter that we didn’t. It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter anymore.”
Sue Zhao || Nothing but Strawberries
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lifewithbells · 4 years
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Remember the days we spent huddled up in coffee shops, gulping down my ice coffee as you gently told me to slow down. You always looked so perfect, so put together , drinking your cup of coffee that had a name I could never pronounce. I would always scrunch up my nose at the strong bitter smell and you would always close your eyes as you took the first sip, inhaling its velvety smell.
It’s July now. The hot African sun has become soft now. It still kisses the tops of my face while I drink my morning tea. The wind brushes past and I wrap my jersey closer to my body. I think part of me longs for the warmth of your arms, and the gentle whispers in my ear. And I think the other part of me longs for the day I can comfortably gulp down an ice coffee or sip a coffee with a strange name, and not have thoughts of you race through my mind, wondering, where you are or how you are or whether you’re with some girl who can pronounce that cup of coffee with a strange name.
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blossomfully · 5 years
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“Too much,” she said, “I loved him too much. But I think that’s the only way to love someone.
Sue Zhao
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