“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I don’t know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.” — -pablo neruda
“if moving on makes you as far away as possible, then why does it feel so damn the SAME when you see that person again”- PT”
— maybe because the world is round..the more you try to get away…the more you find yourself in the same place…the farther away you think you are…the closer you actually are… MOVE ON