Do I mean to say he did not love her? Not at all. He loved her; in some ways he was devoted to her. But he could not reach her, and it was the same on her side. It was as if they had drunk some fatal potion that would keep them forever apart, even though they lived in the same house, ate at the same table, slept in the same bed. What would that be like- to long, to yearn for one who is right there before your eyes, day in and day out? I will never know.
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| — | The Blind Assasin, Margaret Atwood (via aemons) |
“Sometimes I feel like there’s a hole inside of me, an emptiness that at times seems to burn. I think if you lifted my heart to your ear, you could probably hear the ocean. The moon tonight, there’s a circle around it. Sign of trouble not far behind. I have this dream of being whole. Of not going to sleep each night, wanting. But still sometimes, when the wind is warm or the crickets sing… I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for. I just want someone to love me. I want to be seen. I don’t know. Maybe I had my happiness. I don’t want to believe it but, there is no man, Gilly. Only that moon.”
