You never come back, not all the way. Always there is an odd distance between you and the people you love and the people you meet, a barrier thin as the glass of a mirror, you never come all the way out of the mirror; you stand, for the rest of your life, with one foot in this world and no one in another, where everything is upside down and backward and sad.
~ Mary Hornbacher
"It has been months since we’re together, and I’m trying not to forget how it was. But it gets hard to remember. I know that I still love you, but I can barely remember what it felt like to be in love with you. All I know is I miss you dearly."
"Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings."
Anaïs Nin (via artpixie) (via poeticheartache)
