Have you read Jane Eyre? If you have, then, these sentences would not be unknown to you.

“Sometimes I have the strangest feeling about you. Especially when you are near me as you are now. It feels as though I had a string tied here under my left rib where my heart is, tightly knotted to you in a similar fashion when you go to Ireland, with all that distance between us, I am afraid that this cord will be snapped, and I shall bleed inwardly.”

That string – so beautifully written by Charlotte Bronte. Unseen, hidden from the world, sometimes even from our own selves.

I feel it, winding its way around my heart; pulling at it, tighter and tighter until my heart’s just about to burst. In those moments, I know.

Anyone who’s ever loved knows.

Oh! But what joyful agony when that little string plays with my heart!

I am leaving something from Rumi here…

I want to see you.
Know your voice.

Recognize you when you
first come ’round the corner.

Sense your scent when I come
into a room you’ve just left.

Know the lift of your heel,
the glide of your foot.

Become familiar with the way
you purse your lips
then let them part,
just the slightest bit,
when I lean in to your space
and kiss you.

I want to know the joy
of how you whisper


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