Juxtaposition

“I love you — but I don’t know if I’m in love with you, or if I’m just standing too close to the edge, mistaking the wind for a feeling. You make me feel things I can’t name — something between comfort and chaos. And maybe that’s what scares me. Because I know how this story goes: I’ll keep falling, quietly, hoping you’ll fall too. But you won’t. You never do. And I’ll be left holding all the words I never said, trying to convince myself it wasn’t love, not really. Just something that almost was. Something that could’ve been, if you had only felt it too. Maybe that’s why it already hurts — because deep down, I know I’ll have to let you go before you even notice I was here.” — memoirsofbilal (via Instagram)

I think the purest form of love is just wanting someone to notice life with you. "taste this. look at that. hear this song." again and again. until you can't imagine noticing life without them.

Never do i want to fall in love again.....Never again.