i miss being in love n all that shit! i haven’t felt true desire since 2016…
1. “You wanted love and expected what? A parachute? Morphine? A gold sticker star?” – Dean Young, “Handy Guide”
2. “Rain finally came + it’s beautifully cool. Wonder how long it will last. It was marvelous because it started suddenly and then was alternately terrific and gentle.
I think of you all the time and therefor have little to say that would not embarrass you, for instance my first feeling about the rain was that it was like you.” – John Cage’s letter to Merce Cunningham (June 29, 1943)
3. “I like your energy. I love your legs. I long to see you.” – Virginia Woolf’s letter to Vita Sackville-West
4. “Now, I
demand a love that is stupid and beautiful,
like a pilot turning off her engines mid-flight
to listen for rain on wings.” – Paige Lewis, “Pavlov was the Son of a Priest”
5. “You came into my life — not as one comes to visit … but as one comes to a kingdom where all the rivers have been waiting for your reflection, all the roads, for your steps. It is late now, I am a bit tired; the sky is irritated by stars…I love you, I love you, I love you…” – Vladimir Nakobov’s letter to Véra Nabokov (1926)
6. “I have saved this afternoon for you.” – T. S. Eliot, “Portrait of a Lady”
7. “But I love you, you know, down to my last, best word.” – Marilyn Hacker, Love, Death, and the Changing of the Seasons
8. “Let every kiss hit the body like a season.” – Ocean Vuong, “A Little Closer to the Edge”
9. “Won’t you come into the garden? I would like my roses to see you.” – Richard Brinsley Sheridan
10. “I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it — to be fed so much love I couldn’t take any more. Just once.” – Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
11. “I will love you as a drawer loves a secret compartment, and as a secret compartment loves a secret, and as a secret loves to make a person gasp, and as a gasping person loves a glass of brandy to calm their nerves, and as a glass of brandy loves to shatter on the floor, and as the noise of glass shattering loves to make someone else gasp, and as someone else gasping loves a nearby desk to lean against, even if leaning against it presses a lever that loves to open a drawer and reveal a secret compartment. I will love you until all such compartments are discovered and opened, and until all the secrets have gone gasping into the world. I will love you until all the codes and hearts have been broken and until every anagram and egg has been unscrambled.
I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you every Tuesday. I will love you as the doctor loves his sickest patient and a lake loves its thirstiest swimmer. I will love you as the iceberg loves the ship, and the passengers love the lifeboat, and the lifeboat loves the teeth of the sperm whale, and the sperm whale loves the flavor of naval uniforms. I will love you as a thief loves a gallery and as a crow loves a murder, as a cloud loves bats and as a range loves braes. I will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence and as justice loves to sit and watch while everything goes wrong. I never want to be away from you again, except at work, in the restroom or when one of us is at a movie the other does not want to see.
And I will love you if you have a child, and I will love you if you have two children, or three children, or even more, although I personally think three is plenty, and I will love you if you never marry at all, and never have children, and spend your years wishing you had married me after all, and I must say that on late, cold nights I prefer this scenario out of all the scenarios I have mentioned. That, Beatrice, is how I will love you even as the world goes on its wicked way.” – Lemony Snicket, The Beatrice Letters