#memo

The Memory Of You Is Like A Drug To Me ↗

— Jeremy Aldana

#drug-addiction #honesty #longing #love #loving

Toy is talking and this is why I love her. She can go on about herself ceaselessly and like the scratching of a branch against the window at night, the steady insistence of it is comforting. She has stories without beginnings, stories that trail off, stories that crisscross and contradict and dead end. Toy is the star of her stories. Events orbit her like a constellation. ↗

— Erica Lorraine Scheidt

#stories #storytelling #love

She had died at age twelve, and by now she was nothing but the memory of love-- nothing, now, but bones. ↗

— Kim Edwards

#love #memory #age

He thinks of the rotten parachute they played with as kids in Arcadia: they hurtle through life aging unimaginably fast, but each grasps a silken edge of memory that billows between them and softens the long fall. ↗

— Lauren Groff

#friendship #memories #age

The hollowness in his chest, the tense yearning, the loneliness he braces against, every morning until he can immerse himself in work and forget. Not love. Something else, something with a power that endures. Not love, but a memory of love. ↗

— Aminatta Forna

#memory #love

...dark embers smolder inside me - one touch and they flare - who would have thought memory combustible, or near you bright sparks appear?... ↗

— John Geddes

#memory #sparks #touch #love

What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined to strengthen each other, to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories ↗

— George Eliot

#memories #soul #soulmates #love

...I've decided ... love is an eternity of slow motion replays ... ↗

— John Geddes

#love #memory #replays #love

I know for a fact that no matter where I go, the memory and the suffering of not being with you will cripple me. I will go to work, fire up my PC, only to check if you're online. I will hover the pointer to your name, it will pop your contact details--just the contact details, no photo, no one-liners, no sign of what we used to have--but I shall linger and stare at it for hours. I will attempt to start a chat, but will close it without even a word to type. I will try to divert my thoughts back to work. But will fail. I will always go back to you. One hour to another, it's 5 PM. I pack my things, unproductive for the day and smile. I'm doing that again tomorrow and the next. ↗

— CSTPimentel

#bothered #chat #computer #hopeful #love

Free love, man, Free Love! Which, by the way, was the single greatest concept a young man has ever heard. About three years late, women got wise an my frustration returned to normal levels. ↗

— Steve Martin

#memoir #steve-martin #love