I Want To Love You With All My Heart.

I wait for you at night, in the winter and when I am dead.

“Part of me wanted to have a conversation with you, but not before you told me that you were sorry, not before you begged for my forgiveness. But your apology never came, and I’m still waiting.”

— Paula Hawkins, Into the Water

There he goes, running away, after stabbing me in my heart. Again.

Maybe loving you was my sin. And now I am making atonement.

I pretend to be scared to cross the road just to hold your hand

Oh, things I do to be near you.

“Loving someone is like moving into a house,” Sonja used to say. “At first you fall in love with all the new things, amazed every morning that all this belongs to you, as if fearing that someone would suddenly come rushing in through the door to explain that a terrible mistake had been made, you weren’t actually supposed to live in a wonderful place like this. Then over the years the walls become weathered, the wood splinters here and there, and you start to love that house not so much because of all its perfection, but rather for its imperfections. You get to know all the nooks and crannies. How to avoid getting the key caught in the lock when it’s cold outside. Which of the floorboards flex slightly when one steps on them or exactly how to open the wardrobe doors without them creaking. These are the little secrets that make it your home.”

— A man called Ove, Fredrick Bachman.

lovers in the garden

You can just be there. To listen. To talk. To cheer him up if he's having a bad day. And on the bad days, you can ask what you can do to make things easier. Standing by his side, even when things are hard. But also knowing that...sometimes people need more support than one person can give. That's love, darling.

— Heartstopper, Alice Oseman

इश्क़

इश्क़ हरा देता है सब को, मैं हारा हुआ हूं

खारे इश्क़ से शक्कर सा मीठा हुआ हूं

ऐ तेज़ हवा ! मैं सूखा पत्ता सामने तेरे हूं

जानता नहीं किस तरफ़ जा कर मैं गिरूं

“Even if my heart skips a beat, it takes your name twice after it.”

—shree

Word deceive me, as I drown in the depths of your moonlight eyes.

I want to give love a chance again.