January 2010
Speaking from experience, I know first hand that sometimes, I mistaken my attraction for loneliness. When I first meet someone and there seems to be some sort of connection, I spend most of my time day dreaming about the alluring idea of an “us”. I build my hopes up from the subtle things that you do and I become lost in the trance of your words. I am a hopeless romantic and I am perfectly fine with that. But there are times where I am incapable of distinguishing between liking a person or liking the idea of having someone there. Of course I would enjoy the cute couple -ish things that we would do and those rotten butterflies that keep me up at night. I know that one day, my desire to be in love will be my greatest downfall. Still, I don’t give a damn.
“When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving much advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.”
—henri nouwen (via quote-book)
No Diggity (Cover)
The Klaxons
The Klaxons - No Diggity (Blackstreet Cover)
