There’s some things that leave impressions in my life. Such as memories or embarrassing moments or things people do for me. But the biggest impression is you.
How you don’t just smile with your mouth, you smile with your eyes and your red cheeks and your body. When you smile everything that one would see as plain about you suddenly lights up like unexpected fire works.
When you touch me, I feel like I’m more than wanted. It’s not just a hey let me touch you because I want to. It’s I love you, I want to be close as I can because even completely against each other, we aren’t close enough.
It’s my dying urge to see you because even tho it’s been a couple of hours I crave to see your eyes and touch you and watch you.
It’s my need for you, because without you I’ve found nothing but an empty map with no routes or paths to follow. Anyone else would just take me wherever they want. You’re my direction, you take me on the road I’m supposed to go down.
You take my hand.
And don’t you dare let go.
Because it’s taken time to find out, but I’m lost without you.

onestartotheleft (via onestartotheleft)

“My friend, I am not what I seem. Seeming is but a garment I wear-a care-woven garment that protects me from thy questionings and thee from my negligence.

Thou lovest Truth and Beauty and Righteousness; and I for thy sake say it is well and seemly to love these things. But in my heart I laughed at thy love. Yet I would not have thee see my laughter. I would laugh alone.

My friend, thou art good and cautious and wise; nay, thou art perfect-and I, too, speak with thee wisely and cautiously. And yet I am mad. But I mask my madness. I would be mad alone.

My friend, thou art not my friend, but how shall I make thee understand? My path is not thy path, yet together we walk, hand in hand.”

Khalil Gibran, The Madman (via aixxerona)