#whereipostnotes

Yearning, an intense feeling, like standing in the shadow of her memory that hasn’t yet been made. It’s also the weight of her absence in my life which is pressing against my chest eager to feel her presence. A phantom ache where her laughter echos in my mind, her tears flows through my heart and her love is felt deep in my soul. It's very glance at the empty chair beside me, every word spoken into silence, every dream where her face is vivid and real, only to dissolve at dawn. It is the bittersweet torment of wanting what your soul already recognizes as its missing piece, and the quiet, unshakable hope that the universe might one day bring them near and closer to me to cherish that love and give an end to this yearning.

What are you, sweetheart? Written by Dostoevsky?

I fell in love with writing, quotes, poetry, stories and art at a very young age. I guess it was interesting to me that someone in me was able to unknowingly express my thoughts on a piece of paper when I'm at a loss for words; well it was love that made me write all of it. It had me wasting hours on the simple thought that included someone to fall in love with, roaming around, holding hands, give flowers, going on dates to quiet restaurant or cafes, waking up to them, cuddling in winters, cooking together and specially reading books together and somehow on the way, it also made me beleive that our minds must have soulmates too but it's been years, am I a fool to believe in a single thought for years and years?

But, that's what I wish for.