The human heart has hidden treasures, in secret kept, in silence sealed. The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures whose charms were broken if revealed.
All I need is a word from you. Just tell me you’re sorry. Oh to hell with it, it doesn’t even matter if you are, just talk to me. Please. Talk to me, without me having to start the conversation. Tell me you can’t live without me. Tell me it was wrong for you to watch me go, to have agreed that it was getting exhausting. Tell me you miss me. Oh God I don’t even care what you tell me, just talk to me. Even a “hi” would suffice. Every time my phone beeps, I eagerly pick it up, in hopes of a message from you, only to fall in disappointment. A word. That’s all I want, all that is necessary for me throw my arms around you as if nothing had happened. A tiny dose of reassurance, that’s all. Proof that you haven’t given up on me, on us; evidence that you have not let go.
“For when we love, we take that leap of faith, and we close our eyes shut and we wish that either the fall is not too far below, or that somehow, we grow wings.”
Just please talk to me. Please. Will you? It’s not much to ask. I love you. Don’t give up on me. Don’t give up on us. Please talk to me soon.” — Anonymous
When did everything get so fucked up? Where did we go wrong? Just give me an answer.
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„My parents are proud of me today, not because I’m a ‘star’ but rather, it’s that whatever I’ve achieved, I’ve worked and done it myself.”
Margaret Denise Quigley (May 22, 1979)