dailylondonspy

But those systems of oppression… as ruthless as they appear, as unbeatable as they seem, never hold, never last, never survive, for we will not live in fear.

While everyone was laughing and drinking, he would just walk, until he reached the exact same spot, where he’d sit with his back toward those people; while he did everything he possibly could to signal to the world that he wanted to be left alone. More than anything, he hoped that someone passing would understand that what he really wanted was the exact opposite, and that this someone would sit next to him, and strike up a conversation.

“Being alone has a rhythm, like running. It’s when you stop that you realize how tired you are.”

I wish I could have told him none of it mattered. The lies, the mistakes. That I loved him just the same. That I love him still, knowing it all. Wish he could have heard me say it.

You saw me. What I mean is you saw me and you asked if I was okay. And not like most people ask it like they’ve asked it a hundred times that day already. You asked it as if nothing else mattered to you. And I thought how is that this person who I’ve never seen before, how are they the only person in the world who knows that I’m not okay. I was sure that if I could just find out your name…if I could just find out who you were, everything would be okay.

Danny + Alex: Hands

I want to tell you a story about a man. While other people were laughing and drinking, this man would just walk until he reached the exact same spot where he’d sit with his back to all these people. And while he did everything to signal to the world that he wanted to be left alone, more than anything, he hoped that someone passing would understand that what he really wanted was the exact opposite. And that this someone would sit next to him and strike up a conversation. I was that man. You were that someone.

Can you tell me what your real name is now? My name is Alex.

How long must we wait For you to come back again

Romantics make unreliable spies.