An excerpt from a letter I sent recently:
"I don't want to use too many big words when describing my
feelings towards you. Maybe it's because they're over-used and it makes them
seem less true, or perhaps I just don't want to repeat myself.
What I feel is strange and in a way unfamiliar to me. I guess
I can call it love. It's not a crush, it's not a fragment of my imagination,
it's not something I would hope for or strive towards, I'm not trying to
emphasise it in my mind. It's just there, in me, in you, between us, in my
phone, my mailbox, my sheets, my apartment. But still it feels as if it comes
from the outside, not from my heart or brain or any other part of me. It is
something that moved in my body during our time spent together and has no plans
on leaving soon.
As if it were physical sensation, not just a mind trick."
Jarek Puczel |
in my apartment, photographed by Pie |
Yours,
Rapunzel
Rapunzel
thanks for your comment! I like your blog very much, too, there kind of a imaginative vibe to it... like that post in particular.
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome, and awesome too.
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