(Source: , via deveerei)
No, it wasn’t love at first sight. I was barely attracted by your physical appearance. But what caught me (and still remarkably holds me) are the way you perceive things, the way you talk, and the way you make me laugh. Your courage to try, your efforts despite of the unknown, your respect, your honesty. All of these I used to see, now I terribly miss. They’re either gone with you leaving or disappeared with you changing. Yes, these things I terribly miss I could hug myself. Now they’re like memories - stayed but I can’t get back. They’re like developed photographs where all I can do is stare.
She just wants to be held. That’s all.
Santosh Kalwar, Obscurity (via observando)
(Source: aplaceforart, via his-unfailinglove)
If ever we meet, as if we don’t. What I mean is, if ever we could talk and have a deep sensible conversation, I’d probably find myself falling for you again. I’d fall into your words, the way you talk, the way you move your hands as you emphasize a thought, the way you smile in between sentences and even in your expression as your mind wanders. If ever our eyes would meet, I’d probably stare at them straight and searching, letting my eyes ask the questions left and speak the words I’d been dying to send. And if, if only, our skins would meet, I may become paralyzed, stiff and frightened. I may abruptly withdraw as a reflex response to what was long familiar, but the sensation from your touch will still linger as if being burnt from a hot tea. And worse is, I guess I may not forget. Everything at most, all of it at least.
But maybe, if ever you would come back for me, just thinking about it no matter how impossible it is, I may refuse. I would refuse, I had to. I may not believe you. I can’t believe you. I may not trust you. I may not trust myself too. Because you left me with the fear of lies and what ifs. And as much as I wan’t to, I just can’t. And well, you even won’t.