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recently I came across the “Great Loves” by Penguin Books and had the great chance to get two of the books from the series in secondhand 💔 reblog is ok, don’t repost / use
This is Mulder’s experience for sure. ❤️
I sincerely believe that my love for you is greater, more profound and superior to all other loves. I know this is fundamentally wrong. That it is unfounded. Yet I believe it. Despite my love of the evidence and logic. So, I am forced to reconcile that I am an irrational being. That love itself is illogical.
And I think to myself (and so I tell you) that maybe that is what love is: An irrational feeling that our love is the only love to have ever been. That we are the first human beings in the history of all human kind to have loved like this, to hold each other this close and to look at each other this way. And for me, it is the undeniable truth.
“Fate gives all of us three teachers, three friends, three enemies, and three great loves in our lives. But these twelve are always disguised, and we can never know which one is which until we’ve loved them, left them, or fought them.”
― Gregory David Roberts, Shantaram
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It takes strength to remember, it takes another kind of strength to forget, it takes a hero to do both.
i am terrified that i am no good at love. that maybe all my years of pouring love into the wrong people has left my own well dry. that i cannot see good in the eyes of people who hold me that way, only crave the people who don’t desire me the same. and maybe i’m right. maybe my heart left with the last girl i loved who told me that she never meant to hurt me, it just sort of happened. maybe it was gone long beforehand, packed bags for boston with the girl before her. maybe it sailed across the sea to get away, but couldn’t seem to escape my messages. these days i go to dates empty handed, wanting to offer my heart, my whole heart, but grasping at air when asked to hand it over. it’s on the tip of my tongue, but not quite there, the words to accept the love i know others so desperately want to give me. i am learning how to give love to others while still leaving some for myself in return. maybe one day i’ll get all those pieces of myself, my heart back. until then, on dates, i give a promise. an i owe you. one day, when i have enough to give, i will.
-on giving and receiving love