You have a pen? Take a memo and write this down:
Once, I was loved, supremely with every fiber of someone's being. They just never knew how to tell me.
I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for. You were meant to read these words.
I wish I had told him.
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Merci mon amour!!
I know this story by [broken] heart. I was that fibrous someone once upon a time.
this is just lovely.
Condense some daily experience into a glowing symbol, and an audience is electrified.Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803 - 1882)
I think I have yet to love someone with every fiber of my being. Yet, I still find this beautiful, and I hope mine wouldn't be as tragic.
i fell for the words you've yet to say.
Thank you for the message, thank you.
This is what I needed to know.
Instead, you made me feel like the scum in your big toe.
No, I just didn't listen to them in their language ....
I don't think she ever blamed you if you didn't know how to say it.
She knows you love her.
I needed to hear that.
For all I ever know is I am the scum in your big toe.
And once, if they could have told me then... it would've meant the world.
But now, it doesn't matter at all. Now, I'd rather never know.
Found this on post secret.
Sometimes I can't even let the word Love stand between us. Cause it feels so much bigger than those four letters could hold.
Maybe this was true, but it's too late for me now.
I stared long and hard at the bright moon above the tide late last night and thought about nothing other than you. Why? Most likely because of love.
this is so powerful.
gosh, i love it x)
Thank you so much for this. <3
I read this and cried.
i know he felt it. I just didnt have the courage to let him know it has always been him.
Disheartened. Why do I have this unexplainable connection to you?
thank you. i needed that.
And she told me she loved me. But for some reason even her blatantly telling me to my face I found myself thinking it was a lie. I let her go because it must have been a lie. Of course it was a lie, I think most nights. How could she possibly love someone like me.
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