Always surprised, never disappointed.
"I always thought you were just want I wanted
I thought I couldn’t bare to exist without your hands wrapped around my neck
and your shallow whispers into my ear
Telling me how addictive I am and that you’ve never minded the feeling of craving something from the deepest parts of your soul
But your emotional gestures tended to bore me
And I would always find myself pinned to the mattress, begging for more
More of what I thought I wanted, but in reality wasn’t necessarily what I needed
I found that I had developed a little addiction of my own
To the physical contact of your fingers tracing from my lips to my ankles
Because whenever I found myself consumed in the stillness of the night
I couldn’t help but feel unsatisfied
And after many months of constant thought, I came to a sudden realization
If love means caring for each other in the purest way possible, then this wasn’t it
This was lust, and it wasn’t beautiful."
"Thomas Edison’s last words were ‘It’s very beautiful over there’. I don’t know where there is, but I believe it’s somewhere, and I hope it’s beautiful."
John Green, Looking for Alaska (via