Through wind, and tempest, storm, and rain; The calm shall be buried inside of me; A warm stone, heavy and dry; The root, the source, a weapon against pain

I need him to know that I came for him. I need him to know that somehow, at some point in the tunnels, I began to love him.

Through wind, and tempest, storm, and rain; The calm shall be buried inside of me; A warm stone, heavy and dry; The root, the source, a weapon against pain

Until, one day, she wasn’t.

He was still in love with you, anyway.

Amor deliria nervosa: It affects your mind so that you cannot think clearly, or make rational decisions about your own well-being. Symptom number twelve.

They told us love was a disease. They told us it would kill us in the end. For the very first time I realize, that this, too, might also be a lie.