I’ve heard some say promises are meant to be broken, but as I pick up all the piece of vows which should of been left unspoken I can’t help but shed a tear for you. I solemnly swear through it all I’ll still be here for you. I hate to - but I care for you.
"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."
-Pablo Neruda, “Love Sonnet XVII (via kushandstilettos)
