I am not optimistic. I am not hopeful. I am sure. I am steady. And I know. I am a heart man. I take them apart. I put them back together. I hold them in my hands. I… am a heart man.
So this, I am sure, you are my partner, my lover, my very best friend. My heart beats for you. And on this day, the day of our wedding, I promise you this. I promise you to lay my heart in the palm of your hands. I promise you… me.” —Preston Burke - Grey’s Anatomy (via simtan) (via quote-book)
The face of a lover is an unknown, precisely because it is invested with so much of oneself. It is a mystery, containing, like all mysteries, the possibility of torment.
Another Country, 1962” —James Baldwin
At times, quiet nights make me remember my relatives who’ve already passed on. People whom I can never see again and who only remain in my memories.
Recently, during the long nights that I’ve had to face, especially in the dead of night with only me and my laptop awake, I wonder to myself if in the future I’d have someone to spend quiet nights like that with. Call me a hopeless romantic or a big fan of my romance novels if you will. Haha, thoughts like these have been popping up a lot recently.
Hope that answers your question~ :3