the rage dissipates along with the love and all we're left with is a story l a yearning playlist.
Florence
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@ValeriaCedeno-gs9jb 3 weeks ago
When the video started, the first thing that came to mind was the memory of how their eyes looked at me... 0:01
@lovxoiXX 9 days ago (edited)
I don't know how I could possibly express all the feelings I have in words anymore, since no matter which words I choose they still seem to be insufficient. I miss you in ways that I can't describe without coming across as entirely hopeless. It's not merely that I long to talk to you or to see you; I miss your presence. I miss the sensation of knowing that you were there. I miss the little things about you which probably didn't mean anything to you but yet have become everything to me.
I find that I sometimes think about you for no particular reason. While I'm engaged in some completely normal activity, you suddenly reappear in my mind. A memory, a conversation, the sound of your name, or something else that brings me back to you, and for a moment all activity comes to a halt. I wish I could tell you how frequently this occurs. I wish you knew how many times I've wanted to get in touch with you just to say "I miss you", even though I had no idea what I would say afterwards.
What is most difficult is the realization that I can't simply switch off these feelings. I've repeatedly told myself that I should stop thinking about you, that I should get over it, and that someday I'll wake up and find that you aren't the first person I think of. But in some way you still remain with meโyou are present in the quiet moments, in the late nights when my mind keeps drifting, and in the songs which at once seem as if they were written about you.
And regarding Ethan, I don't just long for the idea of you; I long for youโyour actual self. I miss your personality, your little habits, the way you speak, the various things that you most likely aren't even aware of having noticed. I miss all the small details that made you the person you were. I miss the version of myself that was there when I felt near to you, since in some way everything seemed a bit brighter when you were around.
The number of things I want to tell you is enormous. I'd like to be able to sit by your side and tell you all the things I've kept inside. I'd like to be able to look at you and at last say all the things I've been too frightened to confess. I'd like to tell you that you meant more to me than I have ever been able to explain. Perhaps I would tell you that I still care. Perhaps I would tell you that a part of me is still hoping for a moment which may never occur.
I sometimes find myself asking whether you ever long for me as well. Whether there are instances when you think of me the way I think of you. Whether you ever come across something and instantly want to tell me about it. Whether my name ever suddenly occurs to you. I wonder if you realize the considerable space you've taken up in my heart even though you've never tried to.
I don't want to feign that I no longer care, since I do care. My care is so great that at times it causes pain. I care so much that I end up missing you even though I know that I probably shouldn't. I care enough to go over old memories simply because they are the nearest thing I have to being near you. And perhaps it is embarrassing to admit it, but I prefer to be honest rather than pretend that you don't mean anything to me.
I would like to be able to go back to some of those moments and remain in them for a bit longer. I would have liked to have realised at the time how much I should have missed them while I was going through them. I would have wanted to keep every conversation, every laugh, and every small instance in which it felt normal to have you in my life. Because nowadays those moments seem very valuable, and I would give almost anything to go through them once more.
I don't know where life is going to lead either of us, nor do I know whether or not we'll manage to find our way back to each other, if we'll end up as strangers, or if we'll in some way become a part of each other's lives once more. I have no idea what the future holds, but at this moment there is still a part of me that longs for you, a part that wishes you were here, and a part that still hopes that one day I'll hear from you and once again feel that familiar happiness.
It is possible that one day I shall cease longings for you. It is possible that I will one morning come to the realization that I have at last let go. But this night is not that day.
Tonight, I miss you.
I long for you more than I would like to confess. I long for you whether it's quiet or busy, whether it's in the course of ordinary days. I miss you even when I am among people and yet still have the feeling that someone is missing. And regardless of how much time goes by, I don't believe I will ever feel regret for having cared about you.
If you at any time wonder whether you meant anything to me, Ethan, then please remember that you did. You do. And it might be for that reason that it feels such a difficulty to let go. For some people when they are in your life leave you with memories, but in your case you have left me with a feeling. And no matter how hard I exert myself, I still can't manage to stop looking for that feeling everywhere.
I would only like, for a single moment, to experience what it is like to have you near once more.
I long for you, Ethan; more than anything that can be expressed in words. maybe in another life? why dont you SEE me.
Ethan is the ache I learned to live with, never the one I learned to lose
I find that I sometimes think about you for no particular reason. While I'm engaged in some completely normal activity, you suddenly reappear in my mind. A memory, a conversation, the sound of your name, or something else that brings me back to you, and for a moment all activity comes to a halt. I wish I could tell you how frequently this occurs. I wish you knew how many times I've wanted to get in touch with you just to say "I miss you", even though I had no idea what I would say afterwards.
What is most difficult is the realization that I can't simply switch off these feelings. I've repeatedly told myself that I should stop thinking about you, that I should get over it, and that someday I'll wake up and find that you aren't the first person I think of. But in some way you still remain with meโyou are present in the quiet moments, in the late nights when my mind keeps drifting, and in the songs which at once seem as if they were written about you.
And regarding Ethan, I don't just long for the idea of you; I long for youโyour actual self. I miss your personality, your little habits, the way you speak, the various things that you most likely aren't even aware of having noticed. I miss all the small details that made you the person you were. I miss the version of myself that was there when I felt near to you, since in some way everything seemed a bit brighter when you were around.
The number of things I want to tell you is enormous. I'd like to be able to sit by your side and tell you all the things I've kept inside. I'd like to be able to look at you and at last say all the things I've been too frightened to confess. I'd like to tell you that you meant more to me than I have ever been able to explain. Perhaps I would tell you that I still care. Perhaps I would tell you that a part of me is still hoping for a moment which may never occur.
I sometimes find myself asking whether you ever long for me as well. Whether there are instances when you think of me the way I think of you. Whether you ever come across something and instantly want to tell me about it. Whether my name ever suddenly occurs to you. I wonder if you realize the considerable space you've taken up in my heart even though you've never tried to.
I don't want to feign that I no longer care, since I do care. My care is so great that at times it causes pain. I care so much that I end up missing you even though I know that I probably shouldn't. I care enough to go over old memories simply because they are the nearest thing I have to being near you. And perhaps it is embarrassing to admit it, but I prefer to be honest rather than pretend that you don't mean anything to me.
I would like to be able to go back to some of those moments and remain in them for a bit longer. I would have liked to have realised at the time how much I should have missed them while I was going through them. I would have wanted to keep every conversation, every laugh, and every small instance in which it felt normal to have you in my life. Because nowadays those moments seem very valuable, and I would give almost anything to go through them once more.
I don't know where life is going to lead either of us, nor do I know whether or not we'll manage to find our way back to each other, if we'll end up as strangers, or if we'll in some way become a part of each other's lives once more. I have no idea what the future holds, but at this moment there is still a part of me that longs for you, a part that wishes you were here, and a part that still hopes that one day I'll hear from you and once again feel that familiar happiness.
It is possible that one day I shall cease longings for you. It is possible that I will one morning come to the realization that I have at last let go. But this night is not that day.
Tonight, I miss you.
I long for you more than I would like to confess. I long for you whether it's quiet or busy, whether it's in the course of ordinary days. I miss you even when I am among people and yet still have the feeling that someone is missing. And regardless of how much time goes by, I don't believe I will ever feel regret for having cared about you.
If you at any time wonder whether you meant anything to me, Ethan, then please remember that you did. You do. And it might be for that reason that it feels such a difficulty to let go. For some people when they are in your life leave you with memories, but in your case you have left me with a feeling. And no matter how hard I exert myself, I still can't manage to stop looking for that feeling everywhere.
I would only like, for a single moment, to experience what it is like to have you near once more.
I long for you, Ethan; more than anything that can be expressed in words. maybe in another life? why dont you SEE me.
Ethan is the ache I learned to live with, never the one I learned to lose
the rage dissipates along with the love and all we're left with is a story l a yearning playlist.
Florence
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0:00 - Lover, you should've come over
6:41 - Purple rain
10:47 - Fable
15:08 - Untouchable
20:21 - Can't help falling in love
23:25 - A couple minutes
26:57 - Mystery of love