“To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else’s heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell.”
from Love in the Time of Cholera.
I wish to be the quintessential part of somebody.
Old love is drifting apart, and it pains me so.
but don’t forget to humble yourself too.
Ah! Let me look a long while in thine eyes, for they are deeper than the depths of thought, and clearer than the ether after rain, and suaver than the moving of the moon, and vaster than the void of all desire.
This poem, Impromptu by Wilfred Owen is amazing and hard hitting.
I am easily seduced with well thought words. 🙂
Because I hated it when my ex said that I was hurt/damaged/scarred and he would help heal/treat/save me. Dafuq? No. I can fight my own battles, I just need someone to stand by me whilst I do it.
…and believe me when I say that I am blessed to have met you,
You embody every trait I coveted
everything I wanted to share
captivated the beauty I saw into your eyes…
and despite the downfall, the curtain’s crash;
I am glad that we happened.