Again

I like missing you so hard because it makes me feel strongly that you are not a dream, you are real, you are living, and I’ll meet you again.

– Simone de Beauvoir

Forgetting Any Other Home But This

At what o’clock to-morrow
Shall I send to thee?

At the hour of twelve.

I will not fail: ’tis twenty years till then.
I have forgot why I did call thee back.

Let me stand here till thou remember it.

I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,
Remembering how I love thy company.

And I’ll still stay, to have thee still forget,
Forgetting any other home but this.

– William Shakespeare

 

I’m Ready

Someone can be madly in love with you and still not be ready. they can love you in a way you have never been loved and still not join you on the bridge. and whatever their reasons you must leave. because you never ever have to inspire anyone to meet you on the bridge. you never ever have to convince someone to do the work to be ready. there is more extraordinary love, more love that you have never seen, out here in this wide and wild universe. and there is the love that will be ready.