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blossomfully · a year ago
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People are impermanent. The love of your life will leave you. On a Sunday morning, they’ll kiss you for the last time.
You won’t know it’s the last time, of course. You rarely do.
Later, when thinking back to it, you’ll try to remember whether they lingered for just a moment before they broke away. You’ll try to remember the placement of their hands.
Much later still, you’ll become stuck on the memory of how you met. How you fell in love with their mind. How they surprised you. How they challenged you to become a better person.
You’ll spend Friday evenings trying to disentangle them from your psyche. Like finding an endless array of their socks at the bottom of your drawer. Wishing they would disappear yet being unable to throw them out.
On bad nights, you want to scream. How could you? Of all the people in the world, you were supposed to stay. Out of all the temporality, all that transience - you were meant to be the exception.
You think about calling them, if only to receive a reminder of their voice on the answerphone. You almost do, but something stops you. You remember a poem you read a long time ago. It went something like - 
People are impermanent. The love of your life will leave you. On a Sunday morning, they’ll kiss you for the last time.
Sue Zhao | Nothing but Strawberries
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blossomfully · 6 months ago
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Sue Zhao // Dialogues on Love #6 // “Isn’t everyone unhappy at that age?”
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blossomfully · 8 months ago
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“The heart,” she said, “it heals quickly doesn’t it?”
He nodded. “Sometimes,” he replied. “But it is always a little changed after.”
Sue Zhao // Dialogues on Love #1
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blossomfully · 8 months ago
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Sue Zhao // Dialogues on Love #3
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blossomfully · 8 months ago
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Forgive me, I was not trying to wound you with my silence. When I am hurt, my mind ceases all of its functioning. I am a knot of feelings. I wish I knew what to say. The words come out all garbled. They all sound like: you hurt me, you hurt me, you hurt me. They all sound like: forgive me, I am trying, I am trying to forgive you.
Sue Zhao
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blossomfully · a year ago
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Sometimes, I still think about the girl crying in the bathroom stall. Still wonder what it was that made her so sad. Still make a wish for her whenever I can, on a stem of dandelion fluff. Still hope that things get better for her soon. I do not know who she is, but something about her feels familiar. Maybe if she can get better, I think, so can I. Maybe if there is hope for her, there is hope for me too.
Sue Zhao // @blossomfully
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blossomfully · a year ago
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I wish I could kiss your mouth oh so softly. I would never let you go. Oh, I would never let you go.
Sue Zhao || Nothing but Strawberries
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