She Keeps My Pieces Together. Isnt That Love? Isnt The Letter She Wrote? Isnt The Necklace She Chose?

She keeps my pieces together. Isn’t that love? Isn’t the letter she wrote? Isn’t the necklace she chose? Isn't remembering details about me or hearing my rants? Physical affection, in reality, you can get from anyone, but showing yourself to someone in the continuous question:

“Can you love me?”

And the fact that the answer keeps being:

“Yes, I can.”

Baffles me everytime.

“You weren’t ready to love, and I wasn’t ready to be hurt.”

— lipstaen

Warning:

If you see a girl with her hair in her eyes and you look her in the eye and gently push the hair off her face... I WILL FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU DON'T TRY ME I DO NOT RECOMMEND

Why did Philip Pullman have to write Silverparry from The Amber Spyglass when the same effect could've been achieved by pressing my heart into dust and then dissolving the dust into water and forcing it down my throat...

I don’t know understand why the lines “All the love in the world is useless when there is total lack of understanding” and “If you love me, you don’t love me in a way I understand” were ever written in history when the same effect could have been achieved by running a bulldozer over me.

the academic urge to lie on the floor because of existential angst