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And I swear to you by the garden of the angels, I swear by the miracle-working icon, And by the fire and smoke of our nights: I will never come back to you.

Farewells can be shattering, but returns are surely worse. Solid flesh can never live up to the bright shadow of absence.

Oh why must I lose myself to love you, My dear?

…and I returned / smiling and haunted, to a dark morning.

Decipher me, my love, or I will be forced to destroy you.

[…] my love for you is greater than myself and I dwell in it rather than it dwells in me.

My pain is different. A swarm of / gnats I can’t see in front of. Also in my chest. I love you. I / love you.

…to love meant to love completely.

how can i love anyone without disappearing a kind of violence

I love you. I’m reaching out to you. I love you.

Do not think I am forgetful of you. You would not believe me if you knew how often you are in my heart and mind. I love thinking of you.

i want to be full i want to be well  i want to be the opposite of everything i have ever been   relapse.

Perhaps we always want the person we love to have the existence of a ghost.