The memories playback in my mind, they playback with the comfort of my tears. It was scary to love each other, so we choose to play it safe. The thoughts will never play safe in my mind though, I miss you. It feels as if I miss you more than I loved you.
I caught his glance, and all at once the bustling crowd and roaring voices that surrounded me from all sides began slipping away into a blurring haze. Time fought to stay alive, exponentially slowing as my heart began to race faster and faster, until it could no longer put up a fight. Then it stood still. The physical distance between us faded into nonexistence, and was instead replaced by a tentative, electric longing that simultaneously terrified and thrilled me. But in the infinite battle of struggling emotions, apprehension beat out desire and forced my eyes from his and towards the floor, regrettably breaking a fathomless tension that had become so familiar to the both of us. I knew that later on we’d smile at each other as if nothing had happened, stubbornly and silently denying the unmentionable reality that is us.
You made me see the colours in life. But now I only see black and white because you left me behind. I still look after you and all the colourful butterflies but they are nowhere to see and neither are you
You coughed up flowers when she told you “She’s over you.”
You coughed up flowers with anything that had to do with me.
But it never got worse. Why?
Unrequited love, coughing up those flowers that grow inside your lungs, that slowly suffocate you until you die. But your flower wasn’t growing. Why is that?
Because I never got over you, because I lied to myself. It was false “unrequited” love. Because for a moment of those lies, it made it seem like love wasn’t there. So those beautiful flowers began to grow inside of your lungs, except it knew the truth.
The day I came back, it stopped. Our love was shown, it was said, it was there. It never left in the first place, apart from me being dumb.
Because your “unrequited” love with me, wasn’t real. And I hope that suffering of those flowers, will be gone forever.
Hanahaki Disease;The Hanahaki Disease is an illness born from one-sided love, where the patient throws up and coughs of flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. The infection can be removed through surgery, but the feelings disappear along with the petals. It can be cured without side effects only when the feelings are returned.
Jane Porter had just graduated from Central St. Martins with a scientific illustration degree when her father surprised her with an incredible opportunity. He wanted Jane to assist him in his research of African gorillas in the Congo rainforest for the rest of the year.
It was one thing to spend your weekends sketching animals at the zoo, but to leave her life in London and go the the dangerous depths of the jungle where she’d be face-to-face with ferocious beasts and the possibility of being lost forever and who knows what else… It was reckless and dangerous, to say the least.
hey i’ve been thinking a lot about the little things you do, your quirks, and things you do when you’re with me
and how they affect me a lot
like the way you smile automatically when you’ve been hit on the face with a ray of sunshine
that time you told me i have a calming presence and it made my heart feel things i didn’t know were possible to feel
how you etch your fingers over my hand, and the touch lingers just a little longer than it should, but it does, and it does things to me
i play that time you came into a room, saw me,
and kissed my cheek and chin
over and over again in my head a lot
and wonder if it was just my imagination or it really happened
i think a lot about how you can’t really wink, but you wink at me anyway
and i feel like you’re the greatest winker in the world
if that’s even a word
i think a lot about those times you tell me about people you’re texting, people who think you’re beautiful
(but possibly not as much as I think you’re beautiful)
and i try my best not to get jealous
but remember that you tell me these because you trust me
and i try to put up a brave face
i also think a lot about the way you make me feel
like how every time things get dark, i know you are there
a light at the end of the tunnel, a source of joy and happiness
and everything good in life
i think of how every time we meet
i almost tell you i love you
but i don’t
because i want things to be the way they are
just for another day