feels like a soundproof tinted glass wall between us…
love makes sense until it doesn’t.
all of a sudden i don’t exist to who i call the love of my life.
You don’t stay with the easiest person… you stay with the one who makes you feel passion, anger, tenderness, jealousy… that unbearable need to have them in your life.
Two different people, same bitter truth.
Dostoevsky:
“I gave them every version of myself,
hoping one would be enough.”
Kafka:
“But people only love the version they
don’t have to fix.”