“We all need someone to look at us. we can be divided into four categories according to the kind of look we wish to live under. the first category longs for the look of an infinite number of anonymous eyes, in other words, for the look of the public. the second category is made up of people who have a vital need to be looked at by many known eyes. they are the tireless hosts of cocktail parties and dinners. they are happier than the people in the first category, who, when they lose their public, have the feeling that the lights have gone out in the room of their lives. this happens to nearly all of them sooner or later. people in the second category, on the other hand, can always come up with the eyes they need. then there is the third category, the category of people who need to be constantly before the eyes of the person they love. their situation is as dangerous as the situation of people in the first category. one day the eyes of their beloved will close, and the room will go dark. and finally there is the fourth category, the rarest, the category of people who live in the imaginary eyes of those who are not present. they are the dreamers.”—Milan Kundera (via slekes)
I miss your touch and I miss your feel. I miss how when I was with you everything seemed so real. I miss the way you laugh and I miss the way you smile. I wish I had the chance to see you, even if it was just for a while. I miss how perfect things were, when our hands were intertwined. Not a day has gone by where you haven’t crossed my mind. I miss how when you hugged me, I knew everything would be okay. If there was one thing I could change, it would be the day I let you get away. I know you’re doing okay, I know you say your fine. I just hope sometimes you miss the days when I would call you mine. No matter how hard I try, no matter what I do At the end of every day, my thoughts bring me back to you. I wish I was a little stronger, and could pretend I didn’t care. I guess I just miss the days when I knew you were always there. I’m sorry that I hurt you, and that things will never be the same. I’m sorry I made you hate me, I promise you that wasn’t my aim. I know you probably don’t care, but I’ll tell you one thing that’s true. No matter what happens with us, I will always love you.