What kills love? Only this: Neglect. Not to see you when you stand before me. Not to think of you in the little things. Not to make the road wide for you, the table spread for you. To choose you out of habit not desire, to pass the flower seller without a thought. To leave the dishes unwashed, the bed unmade, to ignore you in the mornings, make use of you at night. To crave another while pecking your cheek. To say your name without hearing it, to assume it is mine to call.
Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body (via runawaytrain)
I want so badly to say that we won’t ever lose each other, that we won’t drift apart when we go our separate ways.. But I just don’t think it’s possible to stay the exact same way we’ve been for the past four years. Life changes people. New experiences and atmospheres…
I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you.
Guy:Do you remember the last war America won? Yeah, neither do I.
Me:I bet you know the last war we won Mr.Good
Mr.Good:
Mr.Good:
Mr.Good:Kosovo
He knows everything..
I say I’m in love with her. What does that mean? It means I review my future and my past in light of this feeling. It is as though I wrote in a foreign language that I am suddenly able to read. Wordlessly, she explains me to myself. Like genius, she is ignorant of what she does.
Whoever it is you fall in love with for the first time, not just love but be in love with, is the one who will always make you angry, the one you can’t be logical about.
