Nothing More Than A Dreamer

I write you awfully dull letters darling, because I get tired and sort of emptied out. And all I have to tell you that I can write is that I love you.

I love you. That’s the main thing. That’s what I want you to know.

I miss you, my love, and have such a need to see you. Solitude may well be of benefit to me, but how hard your absence is for me! I long for your little face, your voice, your gestures, and your tenderness. I’m quite melting with tenderness for you today — and it’s painful.

I don’t want to fall in love anymore, I feel like I’m constantly repeating myself; telling people my favourite songs, showing them my favourite movies and TV shows, my favourite colour, places I like to visit, just everything. And I’m tired of repeating myself, I don’t have the energy anymore. I want someone who already knows that a particular song is my favourite because it makes me cry happy tears, I want someone who knows that this movie is my favourite, because one of my earliest memories was watching it as a kid, when we were still a family. I don’t want to give people parts of me only for them to become a stranger again, It’s not fair. I’m tired

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

Those who really love, love in silence, with deeds and not in words.

I wish i were outgoing and intriguing. i wish i were bright and social. i wish i were happy and had an endless supply of kindness. I wish i had a warmer heart and more beauty in others eyes. i wish i were enough. i can write all the millions of things i wish i were, but i am me. I think it’s time to start embracing it before it’s too late and I resent the missed opportunities.

I love you, that means I’m not just here for the pretty parts. I’m here no matter what.

Mais c’est cela l’amour, tout donner, tout sacrifier sans espoir de retour.

This is what I like about photographs. They’re proof that once, even if just for a heartbeat, everything was perfect.

When you love someone, you say their name different. Like it’s safe inside your mouth.

How do you move on? You move on when your heart finally understands that there is no turning back.

I’m scared as hell to want you. But here I am, wanting you anyway.