Oscar Wilde, From At Verona

Unknown // Carole Anne Trisler

“Do you imagine at night someone going to bed the very moment you are going to bed? Turning out the light? And isn’t it so quiet you swear the heart is telepathic. Isn’t it—”

— Beckian Fritz Goldberg, Eros in His Striped Shirt

Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair (1924)

The Art of Memoir, Mary Karr

“Live in the sunshine. Swim in the sea. Drink the wild air.”

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

There was only void, and how are you supposed to give form to something that doesn’t exist?

― Haruki Murakami

Nizar Qabbani once wrote There are some people that we didn't forget, but we don't smile anymore when they're mentioned.

Just like Ahmad Faraz said Ab tere zikr pe hum baat badal dete hain, kitni raghbat thi tere naam se pehle pehle

when the lovers lose love,

and it does happen-

it’ll be slow.

he will stop doing the little things,

she will stop caring as much.

she will convince herself that she’s fighting for herself,

and soon realize she has been fighting for him.

when the lovers lose love,

the people around them will be confused.

“you seemed so happy”

“what happened?”

“are you okay?”

when the lovers lose love,

she will cry herself to sleep.

she will second guess her decisions.

she will continue down the path of losing herself completely.

when the lovers lose love,

he will make excuses for the things he did,

he will sit alone and try to figure out a plan to grab her attention,

he’ll think of how it use to be.

when the lovers lose love,

it is sad.

but it gets better.

when the lovers lose love,

and it does happen-

it’ll be slow.