Who, till they died, did not alive become;
Who, had they lived, had died, but when
They died, vitality begun.” —Emily Dickinson
Hugging you is like holding on to a lifesaver that’s been thrown into the dark sea I’ve been in for so long, so it can carry me back to safety. Carry me back to life. So I can breathe again. So please, don’t let go. Don’t let go. I need you to stay for me.
he had a fatal kind of charm, the most dangerous kind, but one she couldn’t help but still fall for every time. she never knew how to protect herself, she never learned how to use her shield or sword to fight him off — she didn’t realize it would be this tough. what is it about him that’s she finds so disarming? blinded by the shiny suit of armor and fooled by his heart of gold, this was sure to be the end of her.. but would it be a happy one? one could only hope.
I know I can go on without you in my life. I know that at some point, I will get over you. That I will be able to go on. That someone, down the line, may be able to make me feel as complete and special as you did. That I will be loved again. What I don’t know is, if I’ll be able to love him back. If I’ll be able to give him my heart, when you still have it. I know I can live without you, I just really don’t want to.