We get attached to temporary things,

““The moment you walked in, i stumbled. The first time we talked, i tripped. As i get to know you more, i seem to have caught my self in a free fall. As the days pass i look down and, for once, can’t see the bottom. The change came quickly and scared me at first but it is inevitable and i see that i must accept it. In the nights that i am alone i long to feel you beside me, to see the rise and fall of your shadowed silhouette, to be able to reach out and hold onto you. I hope for the day when my lips can dance across your body and kiss the scars left by others so you’ll know that you’ll be safe in my arms. I hope to be able to look into your eyes and see all traces of sadness erased and instead filled with a happiness that brightens up the darkest of places. I long to find in you what has been missing from me for some time. In every interaction there plays an element of lust. I feel it here lurking through something different that has yet to reveal itself. In time, i hope, it will scream out its name and not have the worry of being silenced. The stories that cascade through your head may be what you want to see but they are more worthwhile if they are shared. This world holds but few very true things and i believe that emotions are the truest…””

“Waiting is a sign of true love and patience. Anyone can say “I love you”, but not everyone can wait and prove it’s true.”

If people were colors, he’d be the color indigo. Always in the middle and hard to distinguish his boundaries. Representing a deep under layer that makes you want to extract more from underneath the surface to truly dissect and assemble one’s identification. Was he blue? Was he violet? The answer was neither but rather in between, and it was a result that left me puzzled the more I tried to understand.

“The relevant question in psychiatry shouldn’t be what’s wrong with you, but what happened to you.”