"Love is a travel. All travellers whether they want or not are changed. No one can travel into love and remain the same." - Shams Tabrizi
I meant to include that in the 14th's post, but I forgot. It was something I read several days before and thought it was poignant enough to include in the "anniversary edition".
I am still traveling, love. I hope this prickly road of impasse is just a detour and not a dead end into an abyss.
(Sometimes I truly believe I would be much better off if I just forget you.)
25.8.12
14.8.12
Dinner.
Two years ago I had dinner with destiny. What promise it had. What future.
As much as I hate you, I still grieve for the day we meet again because I will never be able to tell you so. I do love you... and there is no promise of a future in that.
As much as I hate you, I still grieve for the day we meet again because I will never be able to tell you so. I do love you... and there is no promise of a future in that.
10.8.12
4.8.12
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