I cannot think of a single word to describe what we feel. I think we all feel it, to varying degrees. Perhaps in some other language there is a word for 'the world is terribly wrong.' That feeling of stun and unbelief and abandonment and shock and horror and distress.

With some people ,the minute you start talking, it feels like you've known them for years. It only means that you were supposed to meet sooner. You're feeling all the time you should have known each other, but didn't. That time still counts. You can definitely feel it.

I should talk to him I know I should talk to him. But I do not talk to him. I watch after him from afar and love him.

I would always wait to take you home.

But I guess you don't see the planets when you're staring at the sun. You just get blinded.

That's the question, isn't it?" you said one night. "Does death bring freedom, or is it the end of freedom?

She stays in the same spot, anchored by the profound, desperate loneliness of a bad relationship.