If there is such a thing as marriage, it takes place long before the ceremony, in a car
on the way to the airport,
or as a grey bedroom churns with the sound of morning, one lover watching the other, or as two strangers
stand together in the rain no bus in sight, arms weighed down with shopping bags. You don't know then,
but later you realise, that was the moment...
or as a grey bedroom churns with the sound of morning, one lover watching the other, or as two strangers
stand together in the rain no bus in sight, arms weighed down with shopping bags. You don't know then,
but later you realise, that was the moment...
... and always without words. Language is like looking at a map of somewhere, love is
living there and surviving
on the land. You get to a stage where stories don't matter anymore and the stories once told so passionately
become a tide that never quite reaches the point of being said. And there is no such thing as fate, but there are
no accidents either. I didn't fall in love with you then, I had always loved you, you were always there in my mind,
the thought of you like a dream.
on the land. You get to a stage where stories don't matter anymore and the stories once told so passionately
become a tide that never quite reaches the point of being said. And there is no such thing as fate, but there are
no accidents either. I didn't fall in love with you then, I had always loved you, you were always there in my mind,
the thought of you like a dream.
Love is like life, but starts before and continues after, we arrive and depart in the middle.
- Simon Van Booy.
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