unrequited-love

I knew you didn't love me, but I dangerously adored you anyways.

I would have followed you to hell and back... if only you'd lead me back.

The only place I ever felt at home was with you. There isn__ a place for me anywhere anymore_ I__e been evicted.

I have poured my heart out _.And now I am empty.

He was both everything I could ever want_And nothing I could ever have_

I think perhaps I will always hold a candle for you _ even until it burns my hand.And when the light has long since gone _. I will be there in the darkness holding what remains, quite simply because I cannot let go.

Though these words will never find you, I hope that you knew I was thinking of you today_.. and that I was wishing you every happiness.Love Always,The girl you loved once.

When you experience loss, people say you__l move through the 5 stages of grief_.Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, Acceptance_.. What they don__ tell you is that you__l cycle through them all every day.

The last time I felt alive _ I was looking into your eyes.Breathing your air_. touching your skin_ Saying goodbye_.The last time I felt alive_. I was dying.

It__ painful, loving someone from afar.Watching them _ from the outside.The once familiar elements of their life reduced to nothing more than occasional mentions in conversations and faces changing in photographs_..They exist to you now as nothing more than living proof that something can still hurt you _ with no contact at all.

I miss that feeling of connection.Knowing he was out there somewhere thinking about me at the same time I was thinking about him.

If you cannot hold me in your arms, then hold my memory in high regard.And if I cannot be in your life, then at least let me live in your heart.

I had someone once who made every day mean something.And now_. I am lost_.And nothing means anything anymore.

There is an ocean of silence between us_ and I am drowning in it.

_the sad part is, that I will probably end up loving you without you for much longer than I loved you when I knew you.Some people might find that strange.But the truth of it is that the amount of love you feel for someone and the impact they have on you as a person, is in no way relative to the amount of time you have known them.

Above all her voice moved him. He had not known that an accent seduced his emotions. But he__ always been drawn to those with an accent. Be it woman or man. It sounded nicer. A lavender husk. More proper, elegant. His attuned ear seemed to be remembering voices from another life, another time. He could never escape the sense that he__ lost a life dear to him and that life was lived in another language.-from Who Has Known Heights: The Mystique Memoirs of a Melancholic Mind

But it was just luck really if the girls survived. You're like a man firing a machine gun into a supermarket who happens not to become a murderer.

He silenced the thought, already itching to get inside her, his tongue, or his fingers, or his cock. After all these years of wanting, he would gladly accept whatever access to her body she gave him. He just wanted in.