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last night in my dreams,
I think I told you
that I’m still in love with you.

this is not what I told you
on the phone last night:

on the phone last night
I did not tell you
that your laugh
still sits
in the center of my chest
where my heart cannot hold it
so it splinters
and sends 1000 butterflies
riding waves
to my fingertips.

on the phone last night
I did not tell you
that when you cry
the wings you gave me
fly frantic
desperate to reach you
and dust kisses on your
stained cheek
from 3000 miles away.

on the phone last night
I did not tell you
that the pictures you
still
send me
make a home somewhere between
my heart and my stomach
but my lungs refuse to hold you
so I remind myself
that you are not the air I breathe
anymore.

on the phone last night
I did tell you
it doesn’t matter
it doesn’t matter
it doesn’t matter

Tyler Ford, Things Left Unsaid

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"You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit." 

Dorian Gray, The Picture of Dorian Gray

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I would rather have a half assed version of a relationship with someone who I truly enjoy spending time that might not want to marry me or even “officially call me theirs” than a marriage proposal to someone that just looks good on paper.

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"I am taking lessons on how to be unselfish in love: I will pick up your call at 4AM when I am hungover because you are sad and because I love you. I will ring you when you’re hurting. I will knock on your door when you’re hurting. I will bring crispy rolls and a carton of ice cream and honey whiskey. When I talk to people about you I will be as proud as my mother the day I was born. I will point and say “yes, that’s the one. Look at him. Isn’t he the damned best thing.” When you’re wrong I’m going to tell you so. I’ll love you even after we fight. I’ll love you even when you stop talking to me. I’ll love you after the fifth break up and the twentieth time you’ve taken food from my plate. There’s chocolate cake in the fridge and even though I really want it it’s yours. Yes, I’ll drive three hours to see you for one. Yes, I’ll kiss the spot on your stomach that tickles the most. You’ll find notes tucked every place you look. Sometimes I’ll fail and they’ll say mean things like ‘sod off, you wanker’ but most of the time, probably, they’ll say ‘hey I’m waiting for you to come back and kiss me.’" 

Azra T, Our Bread Bin is Always Full of Post-It Declarations

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