COLIBRÍ

There were days when she was very happy without knowing why. She was happy to be alive and breathing, when her whole being seemed to be one with the sunlight, the color, the odors, the luxuriant warmth of some perfect Southern day. She liked then to wander alone into strange and unfamiliar places. She discovered many a sunny, sleepy corner, fashioned to dream in. And she found it good to dream and to be alone and unmolested.There were days when she was unhappy, she did not know why—when it did not seem worth while to be glad or sorry, to be alive or dead; when life appeared to her like a grotesque pandemonium and humanity like worms struggling blindly toward inevitable annihilation

People are not rain or snow or autumn leaves; they do not look beautiful when they fall.

If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I’m neurotic as hell. I’ll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days.

It’s alright to go out into the world live your life without me. You exist… and that is enough for me. I don’t need to see you or touch you or hold you. I don’t need to feel your kiss, or see your eyes light up when you smile, or hear your laughter in my ears. For I have had all those things once… and that is enough. To know that you exist is enough. Your happiness is mine and if that means that I never spend another moment in your presence and the thought of me never crosses your mind then I guess this is what you call ‘acceptance’. This is that moment when I open my hands to the sky and give you to the world. You cannot own a person… and love is a gift given freely with no guarantee of return. That is its most beautiful aspect… its purity; that it exists individually, irrespective of reciprocation. For you are you, and I am I, and once we were we… but as long as I exist and so do you – know that I will always love you.

I would rather drink poison, than taste a drop of your nectar.

I mean, I hope you’re happy, But the sky is still the sky without you, And I’m not surprised by that anymore.

I do not care so much what I am to others as I care what I am to myself.

She was the kind of girlfriend God gives you young, so you’ll know loss the rest of your life.

I will no longer mutilate and destroy myself in order to find a secret behind the ruins.

…I love you so much. So, so much, and I probably always will. I just don’t like you anymore. I’m sorry.