✍🏻 How I Yearn 4 U

[ . & your perfect smile . ]

    I burn beyond belief
    I crave u desperately
    You’re my opium & oxygen
    •
    u say:
    (( the last fight killed me ))
    (( I’m broken ))
    (( I’m now a different person ))
    •
    But, i need u 2 no:
    2 me u r u and, u R u
    U 2 me r utterly irreplaceable
    I live only 2 be with u
    U R my One&Only
    ~ My Heat
    ~~ My Heart
    ~~~ My Happiness
    ~~~~ My Heaven-sent Heroine
    •
    Your honey IS MY heroin.

4ever
From here to infinity

✍🏻 The Pain

is so truly limitless

  I‘d read about love on many an occasion
  Love, they said, could kill without any exertion
  Until last month this was abstract exposition

  Inconsolable now; I’m “dead on the inside”
  Love so pristine, which I’ve now rendered denied
  Unless I can make mends, pure heartache will preside

  Irreplaceable: You are a unique snowflake
  Love so pure flowed between us; let’s not forsake
  U R the only one, of this, make no mistake.


📙 Love in the Time of Cholera

(Gabriel García Márquez | 1928–2014)

The power of love is limitless.
A poignant meditation on the nature of desire, and the enduring power of love

It is enough for me to be sure that you and I exist at this moment.

In Love in the Time of Cholera, the protagonist, Florentino Ariza, is a hopeless romantic who falls passionately for the beautiful Fermina Daza, but finds his love tragically rejected.

Instead Fermina marries a distinguished doctor Juvenal Urbino, while Florentino can only wait silently for her. He can never forget his first and only true love. Then, fifty-one years, nine months and four days later, Fermina’s husband dies unexpectedly.

At last Florentino has another chance to declare his feelings and discover if a passion that has endured for half a century will remain unrequited, in a rich, fantastical and humane celebration of love in all its many forms.

“The nearest thing to sensual pleasure prose can offer”
Daily Telegraph

“A celebration of the many kinds of love between men and women”
The Times

Gabriel García Márquez was born in Colombia. He is the author of many novels, including One Hundred Years of Solitude (1967) and The General in His Labyrinth (1989). He was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1982.

Think of love as a state of grace; not the means to anything but the alpha and omega, an end in itself.

There is always something left to love.

They were so close to each other that they preferred death to separation.

Gaius Catullus

(Roman | 84–54 BC)

I hate and I love
Why do I, you ask?
I don’t know, but it’s happening
and it hurts

Gaius Catullus was a Latin poet of the late Roman Republic who wrote chiefly in the neoteric style of poetry, which is about personal life rather than classical heroes

Let us live and love, nor give a damn what sour old men say.
The sun that sets may rise again, but when our light has sunk into the earth it is gone forever.

W.O.L.O., dearest J

Lesbia, I am mad:
my brain is entirely warped

by this project of adoring
and having you

and now it flies into fits
of hatred at the mere thought of your

doing well, and at the same time
it can’t help but seek what

is unimaginable–
your affection. This it will go on

hunting for, even if it
means my total and utter annihilation.

Kisses r sumptuous & life sustaining.

Lesbia, you ask how many kisses of yours
would be enough and more to satisfy me.
As many as the grains of Libyan sand
that lie between hot Jupiter’s oracle,
at Ammon, in resin-producing Cyrene,
and old Battiades sacred tomb:
or as many as the stars, when night is still,
gazing down on secret human desires:
as many of your kisses kissed
are enough, and more, for mad Catullus,
as can’t be counted by spies
nor an evil tongue bewitch us.

W B Yeats

[Irish | 1865–1939]

William Butler Yeats was an Irish poet and one of the foremost figures of 20th-century literature.

I have spread my dreams under your feet.
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

U R my moon ‘Secret Sharer.’

For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon

The pool, the not fit for purpose outfit, the thrill & the excitement. Then, then came the pain, the god awful pain and desperation… my empire of hurt; it cuts way way beyond the bone.

A mermaid found a swimming lad,
Picked him up for her own,
Pressed her body to his body,
Laughed; and plunging down
Forgot in cruel happiness
That even lovers drown.

✍🏻 Darkest Night

[ part 1 of 2 ]

19.3

  When a lover is lost
   Death daily is the cost
   Oh bitter and sweet love
   ~ Nothing is more painful
   ~ ~ Nothing’s more beautiful

The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness.

— Vladimir Nabokov

See part two (2 of 2)


p.s.
when I type a certain letter on my phone, it automatically suggests your first name as my wanted word — the name that I do in fact say to myself more that 1,000 times per day — and when I type in another letter, it automatically suggests your family name as my wanted word — a name we jointly chose to drop as an act of emancipation.

p.p.s.
Little Britain redux, well, sort of: