Having experienced both, I am not sure which is worse: intense feeling, or the absence of it.
Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
Eventually you forgive people for not knowing about you the things you’ve spent your life keeping from them.
It’s that thing when you’re with someone, and you love them and they know it, and they love you and you know it… but it’s a party… and you’re both talking to other people, and you’re laughing and shining… and you look across the room and catch each other’s eyes… but - but not because you’re possessive, or it’s precisely sexual… but because… that is your person in this life. And it’s funny and sad, but only because this life will end, and it’s this secret world that exists right there in public, unnoticed, that no one else knows about. It’s sort of like how they say that other dimensions exist all around us, but we don’t have the ability to perceive them. That’s - That’s what I want out of a relationship. Or just life, I guess.
I wish I knew how to love someone without killing myself. How to mend hearts without breaking my own. How to kiss and not create bruises.
Michelle K., Things I Wish I Knew How To Do
It’s been a long time since I’ve been me.