Niev.20.Germany.Asian studies & japanese.
That day we met again. Not that you agreed on seeing me. No you were at the same party. I don’t believe in coincidences. I am pretty sure someone out there plotted everything out. I didn’t know how to react. I was so shocked and awed to see you again. And when you spoke to me, everything I ever thought of vanished. You before my eyes smiling is something I never thought to experience again. That night I was so happy. You said I meant a lot to you. You said you were glad that I was there. You kissed me. I believed all you said, because there was nothing more in this world I wished more for, than your love. But after you brought me home panic washed over me. What if you wake up having those cold feet again. What if I can never call you mine. My fear became reality. And all I can do is sink into nothingness with my shattered hopes.
I already said too much. I already shared too much, and I want all my secrets back. I hate getting close to people these days, I always regret sharing too much, caring too much, doing too much, feeling too much.
Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.
She says nothing at all, but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches, with sad eyes, the slow dance of the infinite stars.
Neil Gaiman, Stardust (via petrichour)
If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it.
Catherine, Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë (via readingandrighting)