Itās about the yearning. the devotionĀ book, song, poetry starter list, feel free to change pronouns or anything else to make it fit your character better!
ā I would know his face in dark or disguise. I would know it even in madness. ā
ā I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world. ā
ā I will never leave him. It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me. ā
ā To the ends of the earth, would you follow me? ā
ā In my dreams, itās always you. ā
ā Your name fit into my mouth better than my own ever has, like I was born to speak it. āĀ
ā There is no room for anything in my body but you. ā
ā I think you know how to love better than any of us. Thatās why you find it all so painful. ā
ā If I had words to speak such a thing, I would have. But there were none that seemed big enough for it, to hold that swelling truth. ā
ā I would give all this and heaven too, I would give it all if only for a moment. ā
ā How I ruined everything by saying it out loud⦠ā
ā He is half my soul, as the poets say. ā
ā You can love a monster, it can even love you back, but that does not change its nature. ā
ā What a waste to say the heart could feel apart or feel complete. ā
ā Someone will remember us, even in another time. ā
ā We were like gods at the dawning of the world, and our joy was so bright we could see nothing else but each other. ā
ā I cannot love a hero. I do not want to see you being turned into a statue. ā
ā I called your name ātil my fever broke. āĀ
ā There is nothing in the world I wanted more than to hear what he had not said. ā
ā The heart is hard to translate, it has a language of its own. ā
āIād choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, Iād find you and Iād choose you. ā
ā I made a promise when we were young. I told you I would see you again, no matter what became of us. ā
ā We are only human, and the gods fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy. ā
ā I am not beautiful, but I could be. ā
ā If you didnāt want the beautiful so badly perhaps you wouldāve found it in your spirit singing softly. But hunter, you are human. ā
ā Because you want to die for love. You always have. ā
ā Iād give him all that I am. Iād give him all that I was. Iād tie our hearts together, chamber by chamber. ā
ā The blood in your mouth, I wish it was mine. ā
ā Be with me alwaysā take any formā drive me mad! ā
ā I love you so much Iām going to let you kill me. ā
ā When I am dead, I charge you to mingle our ashes and bury us together. ā
ā I will love you forever; whatever happens. Till I die and after I die, and when I find my way out of the land of the dead, Iāll drift about forever, all my atoms, till I find you again. ā
ā You were my new dream. ā
ā I wish for earthquakes, eruptions, flood. Only that seems large enough to hold all of my rage and grief. ā
ā Speak of her over my grave, and watch how she brings me back to life. ā
ā Iāll live without you, though the struggle will be daily. ā
ā How dare you ask me to live with it? I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul! ā
ā No grave can hold my body down. Iāll crawl home to her. ā
ā Donāt leave me in this abyss where I cannot find you! ā
ā When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him. ā
ā I cannot conceive of a universe without you in it. ā
ā He would go, and I would follow, even into death. ā
ā If you have to go, you know I will go with you. ā
ā Perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone. ā