is Claire Cottrill a reincarnation of Emily Brontë? (my past life as heathcliff)
Just a question for the void
could this be why I always have felt that same sense with heathcliff as I do with prince andrey? He was a past life I need to learn from?
love is when her skin touches mine and i am looking into the lights that are shining in the sky
love is when i look into her sparkling eyes and i see the true reality
love is when i realize:
there is nothing inside my soul i wouldn’t tell her
love is when i have this sense: relationships don’t matter. marriage doesn’t matter. the future doesn’t matter. love will turn me into a nihilist: love will remind me of my own oblivion. love will reassure me that i don’t care what happens to me anymore because i am so happy: for her.
whether i kiss her: doesn’t matter. whether she wants to marry me: doesn’t matter. whether there’s any hope of even going on a date: doesn’t matter.
what matters: the microsecond when her skin touches mine.
what matters: sitting fifteen feet away from her.
when her skin touches mine for a fraction of a microsecond,
i am reminded of one simple fact:
i cannot honestly look anyone else in the face and say,
“you are the one for me.”
when she’s sitting fifteen feet away from me,
she’s the only person there.
no matter who i meet, no matter what i do, no matter where i am, she will be in the back of my mind.
love is a feeling that arises when she enters into my mind.
