Hearts are breakable, and I think even when you heal, you're never what you were before.
Isn't it strange how the idea of comfort for us is so different?Like that's my favourite place to sit, that's my favourite blanket where I feel cosy, or those are my favourite colour of bedsheets. Looking at them just makes me feel so soft.It can be a candle that makes your heart feel lighter when you blow it out.Or it can be looking at colourful flowers or simply staring at the moon.It can be as simple as singing your favourite song whenever you want or as hard as making a painting of your messy thoughts.It can be walking down the street alone in the evening or talking with your friends for hours.I guess it is unique how we humans find comfort in things, foods, songs, places, and sometimes in people too.
Earphones, music, window seat and boom I am in my main character era
Look at you comforting others with the words you wish to hear
Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing
“What did my fingers do before they held him?"
-Sylvia plath
Doubt that the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move his aides, Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love’
-William Shakespeare
Oh how painful it is to realise how much I love you and to look at your charming eyes just to realise they don't have the love for me anymore
I want to go to a place where people asks me if I ever fell in love and I don't start talking about my heartbreak
No, I can never fall in love with you again cause I never fell out of love
Why it's always I will kill for you love or I will die for you love but why not I will live for you my love
This for all the broken friendships we couldn't save
This for all the words we didn't say cause we were afraid they will not understand
This for all the promises which were not meant to fulfil
This for all the more than friends less than lovers