gillyflower

  • Home
  • RSS
  • Archive
  • Random
  • My Likes
  • 18 Jul
    14:54 pm

    I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
    I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
    so I love you because I know no other way

    than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
    so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
    so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

    — Pablo Neruda

    ← Previous post […] Next post →
Indecision | powered by tumblr