fetal membrane

Goodnight dear. If you were in my bed it might be the back of your head I was touching, where the hair is short, or it might be up in the front where it makes little caves above your head. But wherever it was, it would be the sweetest place, the sweetest place.

I have so much of you in my heart.

Funny how silence can be the loudest sound of all.

Sometimes, carrying on, just carrying on, is the superhuman achievement.

Why didn’t I learn to treat everything like it was the last time? My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future.

You cannot convince people to love you. This is an absolute rule. No one will ever give you love because you want him or her to give it. Real love moves freely in both directions. Don’t waste your time on anything else.

I was happy. I loved the night, I loved it so much it almost hurt. In the night everything seemed possible. I wasn’t sleepy at all.

Love someone who is kinder to you than you are to yourself.

Give. Even when you know you can get nothing back.

I still remember the night I told you I loved you.

It isn’t possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.

…though nothing is damaged, everything is changed.