Text 21 Aug 4 notes

They say the source of your sustenance is long ago written for you.
Who would have known that I would stumble across the country to this far-flung place to start work in the morning, leaving my home and my so carefully planned job?
You were the first one to ever call me doctor.
Wish me luck, my love.

Text 21 Aug 11 notes

Wherever I go, I count the miles between us

Text 20 Aug 8 notes

It’s as though it was all nothing to you.
It’s as though you wiped me from your life.
Do you read these? Do you know I only write so that you can read it? But I don’t think you do.
It’s like there’s no sign that you were ever mine.
It’s her birthday tonight, and you’re with her.
So why do I wake in the night and reach for you?
You know, as a doctor I hated cigarettes. But now you’re gone, I miss the way you held them. Now I crave to hold one. Maybe they taste like your lips.

Quote 20 Aug 1,093 notes
A thousand moments that I had just taken for granted- mostly because I had assumed that there would be a thousand more.
— Morgan Matson, Second Chance Summer (via quotes-shape-us)
Photo 20 Aug 11 notes keeplightandovertake:

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.. 


Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)



How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, —- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! —- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

I remember teaching this to a class once. You were there too. Did you know that really I was reading it for you?

keeplightandovertake:

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways..


Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, —- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! —- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

I remember teaching this to a class once.
You were there too.
Did you know that really I was reading it for you?

Photo 20 Aug 9 notes There was no-one

There was no-one

Video 19 Aug 5 notes

He liked these two quotes.
They contained our story and our sorrows.

Photo 19 Aug 158 notes All I wanted

All I wanted

Text 18 Aug 5 notes

endlessdreams21 said: There's something about the way you write that evokes the pain in every heart. But it also confuses one at times, at times it sounds like he broke your heart but you also say that he loves you immensely even as he gets married to another? I wish I knew what your story was. Maybe one day you'll write about it. But love and duas your way <3

I think if I was to write it now it would kill me. Maybe one day.

Text 18 Aug 10 notes

You won’t find trace of me again.
I pray that you never need to look.

Text 18 Aug 14 notes

No one will be softer for you than I am, you had said. No one else can be your security the way I am.
But when you turned hard towards me, where did I have left to go?
I’m leaving our city.
I’ll drive and drive as though I have somewhere to go and someone to go to.

Text 18 Aug 14 notes

He forgot me.

Quote 18 Aug 361 notes
She did not weep
over losing him,
she wept for parts
of herself that were
forever lost with him.
Text 17 Aug 16 notes

Today I got ready for your wedding too.
All morning I lay in bed in the silence, reciting like a tasbih: “I will not cry, I will not cry”.
Then I watched the clock hands turn and suddenly I knew I must be there to see you as a groom.
I lined my eyes the way hers must be lined, but with shaky mehndi-less hands. I coloured my lips a bridal red.
I drove like my life depended on it: “Please God, let me see him”.
Days ago, you had said to me: “Marry me too. Let’s make this work”. I had looked at you with wounded eyes.
Why now?
Why now?
Why now?

Text 17 Aug 9 notes

The sun is out for your wedding, my love


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