And so it took some time to understand what the hell happened to us. We once were inseparable, two souls made out of the same stardust. Our atoms destined to connect. I don’t know when I stopped making you happy. When the parts of me that made you fall in love were no longer reasons to stay. But finally I know this was never what you wanted to happen. I don’t blame you anymore and most importantly I no longer blame myself.
4am
“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”—
Lewis Carroll,
Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass (via coral)