this is where I chant your name ✨️💌

"I loved you as one loves a tragedy— fully aware of the ending, yet unable to look away."

"Soon we will be strangers. No, we can never be that. Hurting someone is an act of reluctant intimacy. We will be dangerous acquaintances with a history."

"You have made so many enemies?" he asked, with gentle irony.

"I've been clinging to something that's long gone, and now we're both ghosts."

"And now, after nothing, and everything, I realize I knew you, and never knew you.

"أعان الله قلباً تمنى ما ليس مكتوباً له"

We are all haunted by The same two ghosts:

"My God, my God, whose performance am I watching? How many people am I? Who am I? What is this space between myself and myself?"

"Out of love for you, I have forgiven the world."

And the earth looked at me and said, "Wasn't that fun?"

"It's enough for me to be sure that you and I exist at this moment."

"I want to tell you I miss you with no subtext. No guilt, no anger, no expectation that you'll fix it. I don't want you to feel bad or to tell me it will get better. This is where we are meant to be right now - me apart from you, my hands a little empty and my heart a little sad. I just miss you. I wanted you to know."

"The hardest thing about losing you is that it didn't just happen once. I lose you every single day that we don't speak. When wake up in the morning and reach for my phone and hope to see a message that isn't there, and when go to sleep at night after I realise that the only person want to moan to about how crap my day was, isn't there. And lose you in all of the moments in between, in all the hours of silence that go by where I do nothing but think of you, go to call you, and then I don't. I lose you when I watch certain films, listen to certain songs, and go to certain places that are all tainted with certain parts of you and how you make me feel. And I used to think I could only miss you when I was alone, but that's not true. I miss you when I'm around everyone else, too. Because they are not you. But you're always there...somewhere. I can't not think about you. It's only when I'm asleep that I get a break from it. From thinking and wanting and missing. But, then I wake up the following day, roll over, check my phone, see that you didn't call and I just know I'm going to feel it all over again."

"It had been a long day, and I don't mind saying that I cried a little bit. There is nothing wrong with crying at the end of a long day."

"Right in the middle of our life, on an ordinary day, the unthinkable happened. Everything went from ordinary to chaotic and there I stood, in the mess of it all, knowing there will now forever be a before and an after. That day."

"All I ever wanted was to know what to do."

"All these days without you still contain you."