Sunsets we always liked because they only happen once and go away. "But, Lena, that's sad." No, if the sunset stayed and we got bored, that would be a real sadness.
— Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine (Green Town, #1)
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I never thought of myself as the protagonist of any story. I just thought myself as a side character and that made people treat me like shit and me taking it without any complain but finally I understand that if I consider myself a side character I don't have to please everyone like the protagonist or keep good relationship with them. I don't have to matter to them to matter to myself. I can be happy with myself even with the feeling of being little alone.
You taught me a softer way to love. Which is to say I have always loved like wildfire. Always loved vicious. All or nothing. Overwhelming and unbearable and so hard it hurts. Always loved a war of desire leaving my heart a ravaged battlefield with thick scar tissue in the shape of words they never said. But we burnt out. Which is to say I fell out of love with you in the summer sun in the middle of a movie theatre parking lot and it had nothing to do with you. And I did not realize this for years in the aftermath of this heartbreak. It had nothing to do with you. For you had always been you. It was me. For it is always me and the moment I am disillusioned regarding exactly what I am deserving of. Regarding exactly what you are offering and what I had misinterpreted your open palms and open smile for. Which is to say I fell out of love with you to save myself. In an act of self-preservation. To keep loving you would have killed me. So I stopped. Which is an oversimplification of the process of withdrawal but I did. I fell out of love with you. And I am better for it.
Which is to say when I did, touching you ached less. Your name in my mouth didn't sting so much. Every time you talked about someone else it never cut deep enough to leave a mark. And then it stopped cutting at all. And then I started being happy for you. And now, all this time later, I suppose when I call you my friend I mean it. Which is to say I never text you first anymore and it isn't even on purpose. Which is to say we talk when we have time, usually when you are home from school for the break, and I laugh like renewal, but never with enough joy that it threatens to rip my seams. Which is to say I have not fallen in love with anyone since you but I'm okay with that. I know I could. Which is to say I do not rearrange plans when you call and I do not particularly care about seeming intelligent to you anymore. Or beautiful. Or talented. Or worthy. I don't worry about keeping you coming back. Because I know you'll return for us eventually. And we'll pick up where we left off. Like we cannot help but meet again where you last left the person I used to be.
But every time we are together for more than a handful of moments I am in love with you again. And my heartbeat syncs with yours. And when you look at me I want you to keep looking. And when you touch me I want you to keep touching. But you never do. And I am practiced in this. So this time you walk me all the way home and it doesn't even get my hopes up. This time you sing to me at my doorstep and I do not flinch. Remind myself it is not your fault your kindness works like this. That this is just who you are. Because I will walk inside and peek out the glass for you to look back and you won't. And I will remember in the reflection that I am no one special to you. And I will fall out of love again, just like I have done a dozen times before with you. And I will go upstairs and take a shower humming the lyrics to the song you last played me and when I step out of the stream of water, my desire will be washed down the drain. And I will cease loving you until next time.
You taught me a softer way to love. Because I think you taught me there are some people we will never fall all the way out of love with. And that can be okay sometimes. As long as you are not destroying yourself with longing. Some things cannot be helped.
~ #3 : reflections on falling out of unrequited love with him
Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt:The Underrated Masterpiece
Tina Fey’s ridiculous yet poignant Netflix series has come to an end to everyone’s dismay. This beautiful and carefully created masterpiece(yes, I said it) is one of the first Netflix originals and also one of its hidden jems(never forget Bojack Horseman).
What makes it so unique and different than most of the sitcoms is its style of social commentary and absurd humour. It lays perfectly timed…
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Even after everything, I still believe this.
“Nobody will stop you from creating. Do it tonight. Do it tomorrow. That is the way to make your soul grow - whether there is a market for it or not!”
— Kurt Vonnegut
“I have a list in my head of all the feelings I still want to feel before I die. And you have ticked so many things off that list.”
— Iain Thomas