“What was it like to lose him?
It was like hearing every goodbye ever said to me—said all at once.”
— Lang Leav, Love & Misadventure
I think this is what it would be like to lose you.
“Falling in love with yourself first doesn’t make you vain or selfish, it makes you indestructible.”
“Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.”
— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince (via diluvie