It truly makes me happy to see the smiling faces of other people, especially when those smiles were formed by something I did. But for how long does that happiness actually last?
not absence of fear, but courage and persistance in the face of it. <3
Joan Crawford in Possessed (1931)
82 years later and it’s still relevant
The only time you feel secure is when you pin him down on bed and look him straight in the eyes, and know that he is there. He IS there. That he is also looking back, at you and only you. That moment’s perfect. That moment is what you think you only need. There and then, you know that he’s yours completely. But those moments never last. When he’s gone from your side, you begin to go through those images in your head and sieve out the ones you doubt. And you start to question
I can’t help but feel so far away from you and it has nothing to do with the empty space in your bed but more to do with the empty inside of me. Im trying so hard to be stong, to hold on. I want to work through this but I can’t tell whats broken; Me or Us.