“ Yet regardless if you love him, hate him, wish he would die, or know that you would die without him … it matters not. Because once in your life, whatever he was to the world he becomes everything to you. When you look him in the eyes, travelling to the depths of his soul, and you say a million things without a trace of a sound, you know that your own life is inevitably consumed within the rhythmic beatings of his very heart. You love him for a million reasons. No paper would do it justice. It is a thing not of the mind, but of the heart. A feeling, only felt.
— (via wickeddwisdom)
