I wait until your breathing steadies and your body stills before I whisper into your neck ‘I love you’. Because it needs to be kept a secret from the moon, the stars, the clouds and oh, especially you.
We’re stronger in the places that we’ve been broken.– Ernest Hemingway (via moaka)
You can’t wrap your arms around a memory but you can certainly try.
The little prince went away, to look again at the roses. “You are not at all like my rose,” he said. “As yet you are nothing. No one has tamed you, and you have tamed no one. You are like my fox when I first knew him. He was only a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But I have made him my friend, and now he is unique in all the world.” And the roses were very much...