There is a sacredness in tears. They are not a mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition and of unspeakable love.
It’s weird, you know the end of something that has taken so much time to get over is coming & you’re so relieved that it’s finally here but you still, for some reason want to hold on. Just for one more second, just so it can hurt a little more. After all, this problem has been your life for so long you’re not sure if you’ll be used to being free.
Don’t you see what’s happened? You wanted to be in love again. To feel that feeling where a man you hardly know gazes into your eyes and seems to be the only human being who ever understood the real you.
Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on.
I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you.