Why Do People Have To Be This Lonely? What’s The Point Of It All? Millions Of People In This World,

I wonder if we ever think of each other at the same time

all i’m saying is if you’d stop playing we could be the centre of attention at any place we walk in

Just as clay needs to go through intense heat to become strong, Love can only be perfected in pain.

lovers in the garden

I regret many things in life. Loving you was one of them.

There is nothing more that I wish for, than to hold you in my arms Mi Amor

चुपके चुपके रात दिन आँसू बहाना याद हैं

हम को अब तक आशिकी का वो ज़माना याद हैं

I still recall when first I fell in love

The silent tears I shed, all night, all day.

~ Hasrat Mohani, Translated by Ralph Russell

"When I think of you, it's hard not to think of your gorgeous smile.. so hard, but I think of how kind and soft you are even when you are so strong. I think of how your voice is as gentle as a soft little breeze and it softly touches my soul like a hurricane of bliss kissing me in ways that I could never dream.. the lips of a goddess are quite simply a soft kindness that grace you with her tender happiness when you do right by her, they sweetly kiss your body in ways that heal the very skin that they touch.. gentle erotic sensations swirl on your sexy flesh, but I regress.. it's hard not to.. when I think of you, I think of beautiful mountain views and bodies in space beyond the realm of beauty into the spectacular, breathless, vivid, timeless, perfection. Sweet, sweet perfection that lights up your face when you look at me.. when you touch my soul like I matter more than anything in the world, you make me feel. FEEL. You make me feel so many things, but what I love most is that you make me feel as if I am living in a tiny heartbeat, a soft breath.. you make me feel alive, so alive. Every time that I think of you, my heart beats in tandem with the universe, planets, stars, constellations.. they all align into perfection, cause you are a goddess.. you are perfection.. and you are the love of my life."

How could I not worship the places where your hands touch, those beautiful hands are connected to your amazing heart - eUë

I'm a coward when it comes to matters of the heart. That is my fatal flaw.

—Tengo

Haruki Murakami, 1Q84, Book 2

—Srijita