In French, you don’t really say, “I miss you.”
You say, “Tu me manques,” which is closer to, “You are missing from me.”
I love that. “You are missing from me.” You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb or an organ, or blood. I cannot function, without you.
(via de-licacy)
I was never worth anything. Just a presence, an object. And so, drifting and fading away must come easily. Effortlessly. With this, I will slowly disappear without hesitation. No one will notice. They cannot.
Anonymous: I hope you feel better, I really do. You deserve to be happy...
I truly do not, but thank you.
I should’ve known better. It’s as simple as that.
