When Franz Kafka said, "I ran from love because I knew it would destroy me. " but Fyodor Dostoevsky said, "I ran into love because I needed it to destroy who I used to be. "
i miss you. please haunt me in my dreams. i dont want to forget you. knock against my ribs when the world grows too quiet. stand at the threshold of my forgetting and refuse to move. i do not fear being kept awake by longing, but i fear waking up one day not knowing your name