Keep moving forward

No necesito desearle el mal a nadie. Los que están podridos por dentro, tarde o temprano, se acaban arruinando solos.

Me sostuvo entre sus brazos como si tratara de unir uno a uno los pedazos de mi ser.

"Sentí que me miraba con amor, un amor que seguramente me inventé yo".

"And I also know that love is a pretty quiet thing. It's lying on the sofa together drinking coffee, talking about where you're going to go that morning to drink more coffee. It's folding down pages of books you think they'd find interesting. It's hanging up their laundry when they leave the house having moronically forgotten to take it out of the washing machine. It's the texts: 'Hope today goes well', 'How did today go?', 'Thinking of you today' and 'Picked up loo roll.' I know that love happens under the splendour of moon and stars and fireworks and sunsets but it also happens when you're lying in blow-up air beds in a childhood bedroom, sitting in A&E or in the queue for a passport or a traffic jam. Love is a quiet, reassuring thing: something you can easily forget is there, even though its palms are outstretched beneath you in case you fall."

“Sometimes do you ever get jealous of the plants, that they only have to grow and not know about it, and they don’t take anything personally?”