
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.
(Source: worm-breath, via darlingyourloveishealing)
Now I’m breaking at the britches. And at the end of all your lines, who will love you?
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