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“I’m a little attracted to him. But you know crazy attracts crazy.”
“What made you lay next to me in that hammock?” “I don’t know.” He bit his lip as he browsed through his thoughts. “You were in pain. You were crying. It was the most agonizing sound I’d ever heard.”
“I mean, we are all just extras sipping coffee in the background of someone else’s life. But that could change at any second.
THERE’S A NAME FOR HUMAN awareness and it’s called Sonder. The definition: the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground. It’s a pocket in time, where you may redefine life by the idea of the struggle of others.
“And what if… what if that person sipping coffee in the background of your life, what if they,” he said pausing to take another sip, “are the next chapter?”
“You told me even if I was mad, or humiliated, or scared to have fun anyway.”
And then there’s religion and what if it’s wrong, or if it’s right and all the people who don’t believe have this horrible fate because they are realists and need proof?”
“I have no plans past today, and those are my plans tomorrow.”
Instead of continuing to live a life I couldn’t live, I chose me.”
And so, I’m here living someone else’s life, in someone else’s house staring at someone else’s ocean.”
“So welcome to the island of misfit-humans. It’s pretty cool here.
“Everyone is a glass house, it’s up to you to decide who to give the rocks to.”
“what’s inside of you is a heart that is dying to live, and your head is too afraid to let you do it fully, the way you deserve. It’s the most tragic thing I’ve ever seen. You’re a prisoner of your own making.”
“But what your mind won’t let you understand is you can’t control a single fucking thing. Control is an illusion
“Exactly, because anxiety stems from emotion, it doesn’t listen to reason.”
“Things happen the way they are supposed to happen, nothing you can do.”
“Every time I see you, I feel so relieved. Like I’d been living in some sort of dream and then I come back and you’re here,” he put my hand over his chest, “and I can breathe again.”
“And because I’m a complete masochist, I can’t help but mention I’ve fallen madly in love with you.”
You remember the hell I told you I didn’t believe existed? I’ve been living in it because I can’t stand life without you.
I love you. I need you. I want that beautiful dream back. I can’t live without you. I tried, and I hated it. I’ll be there when you make mistakes, when you hurt, when you’re scared. I’ll be there. I’ll marry you. I’ll want children with you. We can live anywhere you want. I’m lost without my love. I need you back. Tell me what to do. If you don’t want words, tell me what you want. Please. Please. Please.
