If you’d let me, I’d hold you, not just your hand or your body but also your heart. I’d let you rest on me and you can come to me and relax knowing I will love you and never judge you. I will be your home, if you choose me and I will show you the love I am capable of and more. Arms always open to welcome you in; to welcome you home. I will walk with you, your hand and heart safe in mine.
text from a picture but I didn’t like the picture. (via drinkkss)
What are you supposed to do with all the love you have for somebody if that person is no longer there? What happens to all that leftover love? Do you suppress it? Do you ignore it? Are you supposed to give it to someone else?Maggie O’Farrell, After You’d Gone (via ohfairies)