I use your love as a man burns a candle, burns it away, to light his steps.
They say distance makes old friendships fade away. They say with time and distance lovers forget one another. I find it quite the opposite. Distance, time, they all enhance the aroma of every moment two close souls once spent together, they magnify every little shared pleasure.
I had been poor myself, and knew what awaited him in the world. He would find that they who fawned on him most would be first to turn their backs on him now. He would be rudely disillusioned regarding the fables of love and friendship, and would become cynical, bitter, and sceptical of there being any disinterested good in human nature.
In one’s awakening, the truest gift of consciousness and openness is recognizing SPIRIT in someone else. It is the mutual recognition and true connection between spirits that the SOUL MATE is born.
I want him to be with me because he likes being with me, not because he’s forced to be with me or because he wants something from me. That’s not how friendship should be.” [Ellani]
I am touched that you are trying to comprehend me. A friend could not be more loving.
You make me feel like a firefly. Trapped in a belljar; starved for love.
We don’t smile, but we something. We something. It hurts, the way a deep connection to someone who isn’t yours sometimes does.
Conversationally, we were Fred and Ginger — spin, slide, shuffle, bend.
I can love what is broken.