Absence - Blog Posts

To Tokyo, With Love

Long lost lover living out

of sight, out of mind. I find myself

forgetting how it was to lay

eyes upon you, to lay beside

the water, to feel the soft caress

of your whispered words on my

waiting ear. Lover half a world away,

I no longer remember the sharp

glint of your smile, the sensuous

depth of your laughter. All I remember

Is your impossible perfection. Absence

makes the heart grow ill, poisons

memories to be larger than

love. Stay away lover, I fear

you’ll rob me of my love for your

image. I have broken a commandment;

I idolize your memory above you.

It’s a beautiful skill to master the art of being whoever the moment needs. But don’t ever shrink your own feelings because no one stayed when you got serious about what you need.

L'absence diminue les médiocres passions, et augmente les grandes, comme le vent éteint les bougies, et allume le feu.

François de la Rochefoucauld

— ★ !! absence

pairing : matt sturniolo x fem! reader

synopsis : after a huge misunderstanding, you decide to go ghost on social media for some time to yourself…

a/n : about two years ago, i was obsessed with tumblr and my favorite thing to write were smaus because that what was cool back in my day 👴 i'm rlly hoping these types of stories are still relevant because i love reading and writing them. they're so quick and easy yet so funny and lighthearted. anywayyy i'm hoping that you guys will enjoy this as much as i did when i was a youngen

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"The absence of someone close to you doesn't stop you from having that person inside you, and if you have them inside you, you won't be able to leave them far away."

-Massimo Bisotti

Love is sometimes not what we expect.

I don't remember the exact day I fell in love.

But when you get late, I worry.

My brain tells me it's fine,

that you're probably stuck in traffic.

But my heart don't seem to understand.

It doesn't let me breathe.

My heart does not know the reasons or distances.

It only knows your absence.

And when mine doesn't find your heart to beat alongside,

It dies a little bit everytime.

I love him,

In the late hours of the night.

When the silence around starts to feel like home,

I love him.

When the dawn approaches in the horizon,

looking so hazy and confused,

I love him.

The slow call of the nightingale breaks my train of thoughts about him.

But still, I continue to love him.

He exists in the abandoned corners of my mind.

And he is there, always smiling when I close my eyes.

The silhouettes made by the moonlit night,

somehow ends up looking like him.

And when I trace my fingers across the shadows formed,

I love him.

For some reason, he seems to be everywhere I look.

And for some reason, I always love him, every single time.

I love him,

like the favourite quote of mine stuck in my head.

I love him,

like the soft melody of the first rain.

I love him,

like he had loved me.

In darkness and in silence.

But never in each other's presence.

Depression may be invisible, but your absence is not.

Absence of celebration

When I was in elementary school, my dad always took me to get some ice cream, when it vacation started, because of my good grades. But it stopped with the beginning of middle school. Ever since, my birthdays have been celebrated only with my family, only was celebrated my girlfriend with me in private. I also had this graduation supper, where I got to be but a mere guest. I know it's not bad and I could be very grateful for this and I guess this all's just 'coz my ego can grow very rapidly but still, sometimes I really want to be celebrated. Today, like an hour ago, I finished the revision of my book. It's not in the phase of getting published or anything, though I count it as a huge step. But I'm sitting in my room, alone, typing this entry. When I finished the first manuscript (a very raw one) i got to go on a walk alone in the park.

You know, I'm not trying to get your empathy. I don't really need that. It just hit me, that I can celebrate alone. And so I will. I've had enough of dreaming of this. You know, I'm a believer, so I wouldn't say, that it's my achievement, ergo I'll mostly celebrate my heavenly Father. He always amazes me. Just like with this.

Randomness rules!

Et je saigne de ton absence dans un silence en velours... ton absence, ton parfum, ta présence me manque et je sais que désormais il me faudra composer sans toi. Où es tu? tu es parti loin de ma vie, je suis là avachie sur le canapé et je me laisse bercer par les souvenirs... une larme c'est glissée sur mon visage blessé, l'amour arrive sans crier gare et disparaît, comme un souffle.

Maurice Fombeure

Une grande absence ne s'efface pas, mais elle cesse de saigner, elle cicatrise. Elle vous devient une présence endormie très fidèle, qu'on apprend à emporter avec soi à travers sa vie, à travers ses autres peines et même, à travers ses joies.

Fanny Deschamp

L'absence de ta présence me désespère. La présence de ton absence me révèle ton éternité.

Jacques de Bourbon Busset.

Tu me manqueras toujours

mais je cueille des volcans

aux plis de ton absence

toute ma force est là

dans cette part de toi

épargnée de l'oubli.

-Henri Chassé.

Elle était amoureuse, c'était indéniable. Il y avait en elle une absence qui ne trompe pas, l'air de ne jamais être là où elle était.

Jocelyne Saucier.

Tu me manqueras toujours

mais je cueille des volcans

aux plis de ton absence

toute ma force est là

dans cette part de toi

épargnée de l’oubli. 

Henri Chassé. 

"Your absence has gone through me, like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color."

W.S. Merwin