Mohabbat Karne Wale Kam Na Honge,

I'm a coward when it comes to matters of the heart. That is my fatal flaw.

—Tengo

Haruki Murakami, 1Q84, Book 2

So, why aren't you guys together?

Because he is different in front of others

"Loving you is like having sunshine locked in my heart, little rays of love escape me and shine like stars.. oh darling, I feel you even through the dark. And as the sunshine escapes me, it starts to spark.. igniting my soul into precious, flaming liquid art."

You are a day of sunshine darling and you belong in my heart - eUë

Grabbing the amber rosary Rumi had left behind, I thanked God over and over again for giving me a true companion and prayed that his beautiful soul would never sober up from the drunkenness of Divine Love.

"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 didn’t come to you because of the first wind, nor would I leave you because of the last.”

"I have a butterfly for a heart, it bumbles and flutters.. flying like a little lover of stars. It lands on your finger, in your chest, and it lingers a little longer on your vest.. it flies to the heavens and back with wishes on it's little back, and then.. well, then it feeds off of the pollen of your smile as a snack. And then it mates with your soul to sedate the moons glow, saying let the love flow.."

If I had a butterfly for a heart, I wouldn't mind if it was in your stomach - eUë

I look at the same sky that rains on you <3

Just awoken

From a three hour nap

Feeling wasted days

Drip away

Longing to keep wasting

Exhaustion taking

Over what’s left of

Late fall daylight

Lazing away

A chilly fall haze

Searching to remember

To be

In feeling

Waiting to want

To do

Anything

Even a pile of long over due

Doing nothing

As I sit

In my bed

Under warm heavy blankets

Warming cold hands

With thoughts

Of dreaming

Away the rest of my day

I make time to write

To settle my mind

Perhaps it needs startled

Out of looping time

My days have doubled

With a three hour nap

I might never arise

Out of morning glazes

Under warm heavy blankets

I want to be craving

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