I think I found the love of my life:
Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s words.
Why did it take me nearly 20 years to figure this out?
Feel free to disregard that one post of mine (kinda ,sorta, not really).
"To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else’s heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell."
"This soup tastes like windows"
"He is ugly and sad… but he is all love."
"Tell him yes. Even if you are dying of fear, even if you are sorry later, because whatever you do, you will be sorry all the rest of your life if you say no."
"Then he knew that they had rounded the Cape of Good Hope, and he took her large, soft hand again and covered it with forlorn little kisses, first the hard metacarpus, the long, discerning fingers, the diaphanous nails, and then the hieroglyphics of her destiny on her perspiring palm."
currently listening to ‘magic’//ben folds