under the mango tree.

The hustle and bustle of day pours into the lively evenings. Measure upon measure of energy and activity breathed alive and well into the night, but the coast was a different story. At night, the ocean caressed the shore and showered it with bountiful kisses and endless embraces. Each wave that kissed the shore seemed to sound like an “I love you” said in many different languages. This was where sea and sky became one. Where the ocean made known that it’s mystique and vastness were manifold only to be continued by the sky littered with stars that danced in the night. It was here that I found myself on most nights, listening to the love language of the shore and the fiery and beautiful dances of the stars. I have always had an idea of a most beautiful lover as someone who could embody the secrets, the mystery, and the vastness of the ocean and the beauty and the wonder of a sky with many dancing stars. I always considered myself to be lucky that I could fall in love with the places I go. I am most definitely lucky that it was here.

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sext: you look like the universe decided that it was tired of being so immense so it compressed all of its beauty and complexity and wonder into a smaller form so it could make everyone around it feel like they were a part of the stars

I want to talk with you forever. I remember every word you’ve ever said to me. If only I could visit you as a foreigner goes into a new country, learn the language of you, wander past all borders into every private and secret place, I would stay forever. I would become a citizen of you. You would say it’s too soon to feel this way. You would ask how I could be so certain. But some things can’t be measured by time. Ask me an hour from now. Ask me a month from now. A year, ten years, a lifetime. The way I love you will outlast every calendar, clock, and every toll of every bell that will ever be cast.

Note to self:

Stop letting good things slip away from you.

You deserve those good things too.

Pure love for another person, and what people call romantic love, are two different things. Pure love doesn’t manipulate the relationship to one’s advantage, but romantic love is different. Romantic love contains other elements—the desire to be loved by the other person, for instance. If purely loving another was enough, you wouldn’t suffer because of unrequited love. As long as the other person was happy, there wouldn’t be any need to suffer because you weren’t being loved in return. What makes people suffer is the desire to be loved by another person. So I decided that romantic love and pure love for a person are not the same. And that by following this you could lessen the pain of unrequited love.

—Haruki Murakami (via thejunglefish)

(Source: wordsnquotes, via thejunglefish)