Maybe, In The End, Our Hopes Were The Wrong Way Around. But What Am I, What Are You, If Not A Misdiagnosis?

I reread our texts. I cry to the words that made me laugh.

I hold onto to my crumbling self, as it drifts apart in your memories.

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

I dream. Sometimes I think that's the only right thing to do.

— Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart

"I sense that I am slowly letting go. That I'm growing less in love with you every single day. I think that's the most difficult thing about losing someone you've loved, the way you feel never really dies all at once. All you can do is wait and watch it fade away one day at a time."

- Beau Taplin

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

If this isn't love, then what is?

i don’t want love, i want us to be mutually obsessed with each other. and i don’t want you to make me feel just happy, i want you to make me feel alive.

Slowly, tenderly, and in ever-growing circles, he moved his palms up from her feet toward her ankles and from there toward her belly. All the while his lips muttered words that sounded like a secret ancient code to Ella. Suddenly she understood. He was praying. While his hands caressed every inch of her body, his eyes remained firmly closed and his lips prayed for her. It was the most spiritual thing she had ever experienced. And although she kept her clothes on, and so did he, and although there was nothing carnal about it, it was the sexiest feeling she had ever experienced.

In your memories, I am drunk on the poison named Love

“Numbing the pain is not the same as healing it,” Master Sameed said. “When the anesthesia wears off, the pain is still there.”

"If you can love someone with your whole heart, even one person, then there's salvation in life. Even if you can't get together with that person."

–Aomame

—Haruki Murakami, 1Q84