Sometimes, All You Need Is To Trace Back The Warmth That Once Lived In Your Heart, Before The Cold Ever

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Connection is the energy that is created between people when they feel seen, heard, and valued.

- Brené Brown

how do you live knowing pieces of you exist in a world where I don’t?

One day, maybe,

his eyes will look at me again—

but from another face.

A child running, laughing,

with pieces of him that aren't mine.

And I’ll be walking through it all—

touching everything we knew.

A flower,

the grass,

the lies written in the photos.

He’s everywhere,

just never with me.

But tell me—

how could you share a piece of yourself

with someone else?

What's the first word that comes to your mind when you think of your loved ones?

When I met you, it felt like my memories rewrote themselves. I can’t recall what life was like before you, and honestly, I don’t want to. It feels like you’ve always been here—a lovely boy who stole my memories and rearranged them to revolve around nothing but his eyes ,ever since.

To love without direction, without a goal,To love for being, pure and whole.

Andrei Tarkovsky, from a diary entry featured in Time Within Time; Selected Diaries

Every time I think of you, warmth wraps around my heart, smiles nestle between every beat, and a sparkle lights up the sky of my thoughts, not giving any storm or dark cloud a chance.

We are, each of us, a little Universe.

- Neil deGrasse Tyson

داخل كل شخص مجرة من الأفكار والتجارب والذكريات، محيطات من المشاعر والرغبات، وأقمار تدور حول أحلامه.

My memory loves you; it asks about you all the time.

Blending into every detail of my day - a thought of you, intertwining with everything, so even the warmth of my coffee reminds me of the warmth of your hands!

And your face is drawn between the clouds of my mind, forcing me to stop caring about them. What clouds when you're here, love?

My memory craves you, and I'm drained..

How do I answer its constant question, "When will we make new memories?"

What if it denies me and keeps talking about us when I tell it that you've gone?

Would you please tell me how I can flee from it and from your eyes?

Not valuing human connections & relationships isn’t a flex—it’s somehow a lack of humanity itself