who, because she loved me so much,

gave me the confidence to live,

gave me the security to express myself.

i was not afraid of being ridiculous,

i am not afraid to die.

because i was loved.

[text id: i am seeking, i am striving, i am in it with all my heart. – Vincent van Gogh

my darling, my dying, my light, my sight, my night, my whole day long. – Velimir Khlebnikov

i miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly. – Franz Kafka, "Letters to Milena".

i didn’t call anyone and no one called me. i was completely alone. i sat on my sofa with my mind free. but as the day went on toward bedtime i experienced about three times a sudden recognition of myself and of the world that spooked me and made me plunge into obscure depths which i departed for golden light. it was the encounter of the i with the i.

solitude is a luxury.

“it’s a strange grief.”

softly.

“to die of nostalgia for something you will never live.”

i am always ready to leave.

there is not a single room in this world where i belong.

it does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. it is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.

love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. it always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

love never fails.

[text id: there will always be a person who looks like a poem the earth wrote to keep you alive. – Juansen Dizon

i want to know how many versions of you i will have to love.

i do fill my mouth. /

martyr, my religion is love,

is you.

more than you have harmed me,

my beloved life.