The Request

She asked me to forget you;

To erase you from my life.

She might as well have asked to;

pierce through me with a knife. 

But deny her, I can’t;

A promise made to you:

To respect and honour your loved ones;

and respect their wishes too. 

So I bid farewell to you and my heart;

A gift incapable of return.

And kindly retreat to honour her request;

To forget what we once were. 

Neruda Knows

XVII (I do not love you…)
By Pablo Neruda 

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

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.

Moment after Moment

Everything and everyone; every moment in our lives serves a purpose. It could be a lifetime, it could be a day—but each moment give us a unique opportunity to learn and grow or lament and stagnate. 

Grieve the losses and acknowledge the disappointments. You tried, you failed, you were failed by another, life happened, whatever it may be.

Try again. Keep trying. You’re worth fighting for.  

Guard your heart, but let yourself trust again. Let yourself love, again. You deserve to love and be loved

This is your journey. Choose your path, wisely. 

This is your story. You can have a happy ending. You will have a happy ending. 

Borrowed Words

Tonight I Can Write (The Saddest Lines)

By Pablo Neruda

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example, ‘The night is starry and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.’

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.

I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.

How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.

And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.

The night is starry and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.

My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.

My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.

We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her.

My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another’s. She will be another’s. As she was before my kisses.

Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her.

Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer and these the last verses that I write for her.

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Love and Misadventure

It happens like this. 

“One day you meet someone and for some inexplicable reason, you feel more connected to this stranger than anyone else–closer to them than your closest family. Perhaps this person carries within them an angel–one sent to you for some higher purpose; to teach you an important lesson or to keep you safe during a perilous time. What you must do is trust in them–even if they come hand in hand with pain or suffering–the reason for their presence will become clear in due time.”

Though here is a word of warning–you may grow to love this person but remember they are not yours to keep. Their purpose isn’t to save you but to show you how to save yourself. And once this is fulfilled; the halo lifts and the angel leaves their body as the person exits your life. They will be a stranger to you once more

– Lang Leav