Constellation.

if i was a star and you were a star i would wink at you and blink at you and twinkle at you and the earthlings would call it science.

We said goodbye too soon, you would have loved the drunken me.

What if the stars tied us in secret knots? What if i am fated to rediscover you each time i return?

The grief might end someday but the love never will.

Why is there an 'if' in Life?

You are going to break your promise. I understand. And I hold my hands over the ears of my heart, so that I will not hate you.

and love is a word used too much and much too soon. - Charles Bukowski.

museum of failure or gallery of trying?

"Don't walk past me like a stranger," I say. And I laugh so he doesn't know that I'm begging, that I really mean how am I supposed to live without you when I started living because of you.

I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.) - Sylvia Plath, Mad Girl's Love Song.

“Dear Milena, I wish the world were ending tomorrow. Then I could take the next train, arrive at your doorstep in Vienna, and say: “Come with me, Milena. We are going to love each other without scruples or fear or restraint. Because the world is ending tomorrow.” Perhaps we don’t love unreasonably because we think we have time, or have to reckon with time. But what if we don't have time? Or what if time, as we know it, is irrelevant? Ah, if only the world were ending tomorrow. We could help each other very much.” ― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena.

Because you were foolish enough to love one place, now you are homeless, an orphan in a succession of shelters.