“You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place because you’ll never be this way ever again.”
— Azar Nafisi
In your memories, I am drunk on the poison named Love
When Mahmoud Darwish said, "A University degree, four books and hundereds of articles and I still make mistakes when reading. You wrote me 'good morning' and I read it as 'I love you'."
Just as clay needs to go through intense heat to become strong, Love can only be perfected in pain.
I often sleep to avoid my feelings
Because night time is my worst time
And 2am is getting dangerous.
I hate you because I love you.
We pretend we don't exist anymore.
We aren't "us" now
"Stars wish away from every which way to the center of my heart with the tip of this pencil, constellations are stenciled within the wind, and the sands of time shine in my mind like moonlight as each grain shaves away my sins.."
I am a celestial harbinger larger than the darkness - eUë
Until it was nothing more than a gray paper moon, hanging in the sky.
1Q84, Haruki Murakami, Book 3
And this love is about to carry me off somewhere. The current’s too overpowering; I don’t have any choice. It may very well be a special place, some place I’ve never seen before. Danger may be lurking there, something that may end up wounding me deeply, fatally. I might end up losing everything. But there’s no turning back. I can only go with the flow. Even if it means I’ll be burned up, gone forever.
— Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart