I am an awkward alien, a suicidal creature, a moody cat, the strongest typhoon, a brave heart, an intelligent brain, a fat molecule, the syntax error in the calculator, the waves of the ocean, the words in a poem, the lover of the universe, and an invisible human (to my crush tho).
I have a million things to talk to you about. A million things we have to talk about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning.
“People are so vulnerable at night. They’re willing to spill out their souls to anyone willing to listen. They have desires to do things that never cross their mind when the sun is in the sky…”
All my teenage years, I had bottled up anger and grief and promised myself I’d never cry but when I sat down with her hands in my hand and looked her in the eye, all the anger turned into tears. I sobbed for hours and she sat there, rubbing my back. That’s when I saw. Growing up is also tearing down walls, it’s also letting go of the anger.
“Romantic obsession is my first language. I live in a world of fantasies, infatuation and love poems. Sometimes I wonder if the yearning I’ve felt for others was more of a yearning for yearning itself. I’ve pined insatiably and repeatedly: for strangers, new lovers, unrequited flames. While the subjects changed, that feeling always remained. Perhaps, then, I have not been so infatuated with the people themselves, but with the act of longing.”
-Melissa Broder, from “Life without Longing,” The New York Times
