December 2010
11 posts
and now, Calvin and Hobbes' dad on the current...
things in my life that make me want to cry:
“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride, so I love you because I know no other way than this: where “I” does not exist, nor “you,” So close that your hand on my chest is my hand, So close that your eyes close and I fall asleep.” -Pablo Neruda