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Ne znam da li te volim. Nadam se da ću prema nekom sledećem gajiti nešto mnogo jače od ovoga što osećam prema tebi, a opet se bojim da nikad neću voleti nekoga kao što volim tebe. Kako ljudi mogu da budu sigurni da vole nekoga, posebno u ovim godinama? Kako uopšte reč “zauvek” može da pređe preko njihovih usana kad ništa nije večno..
Čuvam tvoje dodire ispod kože i ne dozvoljavam nikome da dopre do tamo.
Čuvam tvoje ime daleko od crvića koji jedu moje pamćenje.
Čuvam tvoje reči duboko u sebi i ne usuđujem se da ih podelim sa bilo kime.
Čuvam dobro sve što si mi ikad pružio. Nalazi se pod tajnom šifrom i samo ja mogu da pristupim tome. Ti si, izgleda, bacio sve što sam ti ikad dala. Čuvam te od svih, a ne znam da li te volim. Nema veze, ako ništa drugo, bićeš uspomena kojoj se rado vraćam.
N. D. (via svanaopachke)
Oct 22, 2014 / 37 notes
I želela bih da si sa mnom, da ispuniš ovu prazninu. Volela bih da još jednom utonem u tvoje oči, i da tako, dok se gledamo, ne primetim da postoji bilo ko sem nas, a vreme da stane. Dani su postali tako užasno naporni i prazni, od kada nisi tu. Puštam da me male sitnice učine srećnom, i da uživam u svakom trenutku. Ali, kada ostanem sama, sva ta sreća nestane, i osećam se tako usamljeno. Nekada se setim svega, samo da sebe podsetim koliko sam bila srećna, i da opet doživim onaj isti osećaj. Noći provedem sećajući se, ili maštajući o dogadjajima koji bi mogli da se dese. Maštam kako si tu, kako smo srećni, i kako ceo dan provodimo zajedno,jer smo previše nedostajali jedno drugom. A onda kada opet odeš, ne prestajemo da se dopisujemo, i pričamo i one najsitnije detalje koji su nam se dogodili. Maštam da i ti mene voliš… Nekada se previše zanesem, pa i po pola noći provedem budna. Zapravo mi to uopšte ne pada teško, to su mi najlepši sati svakog dana.
Ujutru me neko sa sličnom kosom, majicom, hodom… podseti na tebe. Nekada pomislim da si to ti, pa srce počne da mi lupa, a zatim da boli, kada shvatim da je to nemoguće.
I stvarno mi nedostaješ, da ispuniš ovu prokletu prazninu, i uništiš ovaj bedni osećaj koji imam. Pojavi se već jednom.
Oct 22, 2014 / 40 notes
In time, the hurt began to fade and it was easier to just let it go. At least I thought it was. But in every boy I met in the next few years, I found myself looking for you, and when the feelings got too strong, I’d write you another letter. But I never sent them for fear of what I might find. By then, you’d gone on with your life and I didn’t want to think about you loving someone else. I wanted to remember us like we were that summer. I didn’t ever want to lose that.
Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook (via kushandwizdom)
Sep 6, 2014 / 2,299 notes
You are, and always have been, my dream.
Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook (via kushandwizdom)
Sep 6, 2014 / 2,685 notes
Sep 6, 2014 / 401 notes
The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds. And that’s what you’ve given me. That’s what I’d hoped to give you forever
Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook (via kushandwizdom)
Sep 6, 2014 / 3,575 notes
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So it’s not gonna be easy. It’s going to be really hard; we’re gonna have to work at this everyday, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, forever, everyday. You and me… everyday.”
- The Notebook

I love you. I am who I am because of you. You are every reason, every hope, and every dream I’ve ever had, and no matter what happens to us in the future, everyday we are together is the greatest day of my life. I will always be yours.
Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook (via kushandwizdom)
Sep 6, 2014 / 3,798 notes
The scariest thing about distance is that you don’t know whether they’ll miss you or forget you.
Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook (via kushandwizdom)
Sep 6, 2014 / 4,213 notes
We fell in love, despite our differences, and once we did, something rare and beautiful was created. For me, love like that has only happened once, and that’s why every minute we spent together has been seared in my memory. I’ll never forget a single moment of it.
Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook (via kushandwizdom)
Sep 6, 2014 / 4,681 notes