失眠*

Status: saddest
Joined: August 31, 2013
Last Seen: 4 years
Birthday: January 6
user id: 370559
Gender: F

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I know his qualities and his flaws and every detail of his face, I know all of the callus of his hands and I know the path that his feet have traveled. He is not a character in a book, his hair is not always a messy in a beautiful way and he don't treat me as if I were made ​​of precious stones, sometimes he say things without thinking and leaves me with unexplained chest pain. He don't know, but I wake up two hours early to do my hair and pick the best outfit, and all just for him. He also don't know, but my favorite songs are just my favorite songs because they remind me of him. I feel complete by his side, even when he hurt me and leave me in the deep end with nothing left, I want to be looking at him, even bleeding to death. At night when I lay my head on the pillow I think if he are good and what is he doing, and if he is thinking or feeling this way about me too, i'm even a person of an unshaken faith, but I pray and infinitely hope, I beg for an God, to make his heart beat in peace. Hold his hands makes even the coldest places of my soul catch fire, look in his eyes makes me want to live forever, even in this horrible world, I bear anything just to be able to look in his eyes for eternity, when I make him smile my all world stop, I just stop listening to everything around me and not even a single problem comes my mind. He broke all my walls and SHOOK all my dreams since the first time I looked at him.

REBECA PEREIRA, "LIEXT". SÃO PAULO, 2014, MARCH 6.
LISTENING TO "ECHO" BY "BALANCE AND COMPOSURE".

You're the reason why I can't listen
to the same songs I used to.........

5 things 

1. nobody can see the way your eyes sparkle unintentionally whenever you smile

2. i stare at you for a few seconds, just to capture every detail of your face

3. i like to walk behind you, i enjoy watching you talking to someone because your natural way to be is beautiful

4. i don't think you're perfect, but i love even your faults

5. i never told you any of this


r.t.


.
 
  
Love is like the moon,
when it does not increase,
it decreases.

– John Keats.

the
The first time I saw her..
Everything in my head went quiet.
All the ticks, all the constantly refreshing images just disappeared.
When you have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, you don’t really get quiet moments.
Even in bed, I’m thinking:
Did I lock the doors? Yes.
Did I wash my hands? Yes.
Did I lock the doors? Yes.
Did I wash my hands? Yes.
But when I saw her, the only thing I could think about was the hairpin curve of her lips..
Or the eyelash on her cheek—
the eyelash on her cheek—
the eyelash on her cheek.
I knew I had to talk to her.
I asked her out six times in thirty seconds.

She said yes after the third one, but none of them felt right, so I had to keep going.
On our first date, I spent more time organizing my meal by color than I did eating it, or talking to her..
But she loved it.
She loved that I had to kiss her goodbye sixteen times or twenty-four times at different times of the day.
She loved that it took me forever to walk home because there are lots of cracks on our sidewalk.
When we moved in together, she said she felt safe, like no one would ever rob us because I definitely lock the door eighteen times.
I’d always watch her mouth when she talked—
when she talked—
when she talked—
when she talked;
when she said she loved me, her mouth would curl up at the edges.
At night, she’d lay in bed and watch me turn all the lights off.. And on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off.
She’d close her eyes and imagine that the days and nights were passing in front of her.
But then.. She said I was taking up too much of her time.
That I couldn’t kiss her goodbye so much because I was making her late for work..
When she said she loved me, her mouth was a straight line..
When I stopped in front of a crack in the sidewalk, she just kept walking..
And last week she started sleeping at her mother’s place.
She told me that she shouldn’t have let me get so attached to her; that this whole thing was a mistake, but..
How can it be a mistake that I don’t have to wash my hands after I touch her?
Love is not a mistake, and it’s killing me that she can run away from this and I just can’t.
I can’t go out and find someone new because I always think of her.
Usually, when I obsess over things, I see germs sneaking into my skin.
I see myself crushed my an endless succession of cars..
And she was the first beautiful thing I ever got stuck on.
I want to wake up every morning thinking about the way she holds her steering wheel..
How she turns shower knobs like she opening a safe.
How she blows out candles—
blows out candles—
blows out candles—
blows out candles—
blows out—….
Now, I just think about who else is kissing her.
I can’t breathe because he only kisses her once—he doesn’t care if it’s perfect!
I want her back so bad..
I leave the door unlocked.
I leave the lights on.


NEIL HILBORN

 
My Dearest,

I've missed you very very much since that last night we were together, and will hold that night especially in my memories for years to come. I've been turning it over and over in my mind lately.

I've read your letter through atleast four times, and will probobly read it more times before I am through.
I've been sitting here, looking at your
picture and getting more home-sick
.....

I've wanted that picture more than anything else I know of, except of course, you yourself. I keep thinking of you darling, I keep wishing I could be home with you. I want to leave in the worst possible way so I can come home to see you but, things dont look so good on that subject.

This war has spoiled alot of things for everyone I guess. I've never been so lonesome in my life as I am right now. Im completely lost without you darling. I never realized I could miss any one person so much. I just hope it wont be too much longer until Im able to be with you again, and live a sane and normal life.

(Stockholm Syndrome)


the past is in your scars, but don't need to be in your soul



because waiting for you is like waiting for rain in this drought:

useless.and disappointing.


 
If you love me,
for what you see,
only your eyes would be
in love with me

If you love me,
for what you've heard,
then you would love
me for my words.

If you love
my heart and mind,
then you will love me,
for all that I'm.
 
But if you don't love
my every flaw
then you mustn't love me-
not at all.
 
— Lang Leav

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