I love you so much that nothing can matter to me - not even you. Can you understand that? Only my love - not your answer. Not even your indifference. I’ve never really wanted anything. Not in the total, undivided way, not with the kind of desire that becomes an ultimatum, “yes” or “no”, and one cannot accept the “no” without ceasing to exist. That’s what you are to me. But when one reaches that stage, it’s not the object that matters, it’s the desire. Not you, but I. The ability to desire like that. Nothing less is worth feeling or honoring.
(Source: knockingadvised)
Ive given up on getting my hopes up, all ive ever known was let-downs. So tell me why should i believe that youre any different?
It’s not a matter of finding the right person, but a matter of being the right person for the one you choose to love.
