Oxytocin - the Love hormone
The Kiss (Klimt) by Gustav Klimt
A beautiful piece from the 1900s where the expression of love is expressed through brushes and paint, pens and ink. WhatsApp and emails drowned butterflies-in-tummy handwritten notes which meant more than any emoticon.
I hope, I wish, that these notes never stop writing and the canvas never stop painting.
Though still in bed, my thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved, now and then joyfully, then sadly, waiting to learn whether or not fate will hear us ...
Yes, I am resolved to wander so long away from you until I can fly to your arms and say that I am really at home with you, and can send my soul enwrapped in you into the land of spirits ...
No one else can ever possess my heart - never - never - Oh God, why must one be parted from one whom one so loves ... Your love makes me at once the happiest and the unhappiest of men ...
My angel, I have just been told that the mailcoach goes every day - therefore I must close at once so that you may receive the letter at once ...
Be calm - love me - today - yesterday - what tearful longings for you - you - you - my life - my all - farewell. Oh continue to love me - never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved.
The Immortal Beloved Letters, Ludwig van Beethoven
one’s not half two. It’s two are halves of one:
which halves reintegrating,shall occur
no death and any quantity;but than
all numerable mosts the actual more
minds ignorant of stern miraculous
this every truth-beware of heartless them
(given the scalpel,they dissect a kiss;
or,sold the reason,they undream a dream)
one is the song which fiends and angels sing:
all murdering lies by mortals told make two.
Let liars wilt,repaying life they’re loaned;
we(by a gift called dying born)must grow
deep in dark least ourselves remembering
love only rides his year.
All lose,whole find
– e.e. cummings
I'm not lucky
Just very blessed.
"And down by the brimming river
I heard a lover sing
Under an arch of the railway:
'Love has no ending.
'I'll love you, dear, I'll love you
Till China and Africa meet,
And the river jumps over the mountain And the salmon sing in the street,
'I'll love you till the ocean
Is folded and hung up to dry
And the seven stars go squawking
Like geese about the sky.
'The years shall run like rabbits,
For in my arms I hold
The Flower of the Ages,
And the first love of the world.' "
W. H. Auden
Too much highs and lows today..
I would exchange my high anytime for the lows.
Under the sheets tonight, reminiscing happy memories.
this scent you left behind comforts me.
Wearing my heart on my sleeves was unnerving,
Vulnerability could be beautiful too.
I took a deep breath and I let it go...
Things did fell into place..
I just had to believe.
Believe you can, and you're halfway there - Theodore Roosevelt
Persistent in a world of uncertainty.
I can't stop thinking about tomorrow..
and the next
and the next.
My heart feels like it's bursting as the minutes goes by..
Why is it that everything is beyond my control and beyond what I can do?
Why doesn't people understand the need for consistency and certainty.
We need flexibility but we need answers as well.
This wait is killing me. I think it's poking every single annoyed cells in my body.
Milan.. Till we meet again in good weather.. :)
Live every moment.. Love everyday. ♡
Happy 2014. :)
Dear December 25th,
I always knew you were important.
And though we always celebrate you, I knew I could do without you
(Just like last year.. the year before and the xx years ago...)
This year, it seems like you are taking revenge.
You are sending me to the same place you sent me last year. Of all places? Really?
I must have neglected you for a long time.
Strange how a teapot can represent at the same time the comforts of solitude and the pleasures of company...
Looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them. ♡
Wherever you are, I wanna be too.