Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrong and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness.
But in that casket-safe, dark, motionless, airless–it will not change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, and irredeemable.
“She was the person who held out her hand to me.
She was the person who noticed that our eyes were different with one glance.
She was the person who asked for my name.
She was the person who waited anxiously for me to come back.
She was the person who made me the warmest snowman in the world.
She was the person who told me words that were more comforting than a 1000 words.
She was the person who could make me happy just by looking at her….”
I crave you in the most innocent form. I crave to say good night and give you forehead kisses and to say that I adore you when you feel at your worst. I crave you in ways where I just want to be next to you and nothing more or less.