Neophytes and Dilemmas

With every single beat,

“So yes, sometimes I just wish that you could love me and I could tell you. And then somehow...somehow, this feeling of co-existing could last.”

“They look at each other like they were almost lovers, like they should have kissed and made love and laughed in bed together, but they chose to stay friends instead. They look at each other with what ifs and could haves and hearts full of regrets.”

“She will always be my one true north the brightest star at my sky who guides me through all I’m worth. Thousands of maps people gave me in search for the girl of my safest dreams and nothing compares to the feeling of drawing impossible lines each day for someone I already know is real. She will always be my one true north the angel who’s taught me the honesty of death becoming birth. Signs are everywhere, she says if you choose to open your heart to the sadness that washes away the pain of hanging on to the happiness that’s not meant to be yours, and only then can you see infinity without suffering. She will always be my one true north, my home for every road I take and my greatest blessing for each time I wake.”

What breaks my heart the most is knowing that when the real Valery Legasov died, this was reality for him: