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a thing of beauty is a joy forever
Falling - Patrick Phillips
The truth isthat I fall in love
so easily becauseit’s easy. It happens
a dozen times some days.I’ve lived whole lives,
had children,grown old, and died
in the arms of other womenin no more time
than it takes the 2-trainto get from City Hall
to Brooklyn,which always brings me
back to you:the only one
I fall in love withat least once every day—
not becausethere are no other
lovely women in the world,but because each time
dying in their arms,I call your name.
“ Missing someone isn’t about how long it’s been since you’ve seen them last or the amount of time since you’ve talked. It’s about that very moment when you’re doing something and you wish that they were right there with you.
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“Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. So anyone who’s in love gets sad when they think of their lover. It’s like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of, one you haven’t seen in a long time.”
— Haruki Murakami
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“ There will be other lives for nervous boys with sweaty palms, for bittersweet fumblings in the backseats of cars, for caps and gowns in royal blue and crimson, for mothers clasping pretty pearl necklaces around daughters’ unlined necks, for your full name read aloud in an auditorium, for brand-new suitcases transporting you to strange new people in strange new lands. And there will be other lives for unpaid debts, for one-night stands, for Prague and Paris, for painful shoes with pointy toes, for indecision and revisions.And there will be other lives for fathers walking daughters down aisles. And there will be other lives for sweet babies with skin like milk. And there will be other lives for a man you don’t recognize, for a face in a mirror that is no longer yours, for the funerals of intimates, for shrinking, for teeth that fall out, for hair on your chin, for forgetting everything. Everything. Oh, there are so many lives. How we wish we could live them concurrently instead of one by one by one. We could select the best pieces of each, stringing them together like a strand of pearls. But that’s not how it works. A human’s life is a beautiful mess.
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I realise I usually stick to the beautiful rather than anything else. But with a boyfriend four hundred miles away, this caused a wry smile.
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