What we have lost will never be returned to us. The land will not heal - too much blood. All we can do is learn from the past and make peace with it
Inman: You are all that keeps me from sliding into some dark place.
Ada: But how did I keep you? We barely knew each other. A few moments.
Inman: A thousand moments. They're like a bag of tiny diamonds glittering in a black heart. Don't matter if they're real or things I made up. The shape of your neck, that's real.The way you felt when I pulled you to me. That kiss- which I kissed again everyday of my walking.
Ada: Everyday of my waiting...
Suck.. om mitt liv ändå vore en film..
Ada: But how did I keep you? We barely knew each other. A few moments.
Inman: A thousand moments. They're like a bag of tiny diamonds glittering in a black heart. Don't matter if they're real or things I made up. The shape of your neck, that's real.The way you felt when I pulled you to me. That kiss- which I kissed again everyday of my walking.
Ada: Everyday of my waiting...
Suck.. om mitt liv ändå vore en film..
Då skulle jag skriva dig tusen ord av kärlek och hoppas på att få ta mig ur detta mörker. Med dig.
The longer the wait the sweeter the kiss
Känns som en text tagen direkt ur mitt liv just nu...
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Trots att jag vet att det är för det bästa räknar jag timmarna tills detta är över.
Längtar tillbaka!
Ett par bilder från Stockholmsvistelsen förra veckan
