I didn’t plan on falling in love with you, and I doubt if you planned on falling in love with me. But once we met, it was clear that neither of us could control what was happening to us. We fell in love, despite our differences, and once we did, something rare and beautiful was created. For me, love like that has happened only once and that’s why every minute we spent together has been seared in my memory. I’ll never forget a single moment of it.
It is difficult not to feel so very sad when you find out you don’t occupy that special spot in someone’s esteem that you thought you did. It’s easy to feel small and foolish and somehow less when you realize you’re just lumped in with their background characters.
I’m working really hard on not letting that feeling invalidate me and my worth, but some nights are easier than others.
If you ever ask me how many times you’ve crossed my mind, I would say once. Because you came, and never left.
Longing for something that you once had is a mistake because the pictures in your mind are never the same as whatever it is you are longing for.
Jane Urquhart, Changing Heaven (via perfect)
When someone you love dies, and you’re not expecting it, you don’t lose her all at once; you lose her in pieces over a long time—the way the mail stops coming, and her scent fades from the pillows and even from the clothes in her closet and drawers. Gradually, you accumulate the parts of her that are gone. Just when the day comes—when there’s a particular missing part that overwhelms you with the feeling that she’s gone, forever—there comes another day, and another specifically missing part.
You never knew exactly how much space you occupied in people’s lives.