"When you love someone you just, you… you don’t stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy. Even then. Especially then. You just- you don’t give up because if I could give up… If I could just, you know, take the whole world’s advice and- and move on and find someone else, that wouldn’t be love. That would be… That would be some other disposable thing that is not worth fighting for. But that is not what this is."
"he’s going to fuck you up and you’re going to let him"
"I am no longer in love with her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long."
Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair (via observando)
There are two kinds of love in this world-
The love that is pure,
The love where you say the words,
for the other person,
The love that feels like a burden,
The love where you say the words
To get them off your heaving chest.
Just once -
I want to feel the first kind -
To love, and be loved
With no strings attached.