Stop loving you, you ask? How could I when you stand in a room, and all eyes gravitate towards you, affection stirring in their hearts. How could I, when the sound of your voice lulls me into a trance unlike any symphony ever could? How could I, when no heart I’ve ever encountered is as golden as yours is? Trust me, love, if I could, I just might. I don’t enjoy sharing you with the rest of the world, so greedy, so needy. I don’t like the lonely nights where it’s just me envisioning you in my thoughts. I don’t like loving something I can never have. If it were that easy, I just may be a whole soul again.
— t. edana talbott // if it were that easy