I have a strange feeling with regard to you. As if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly knotted to a similar string in you. And if you were to leave I’m afraid that cord of communion would snap. And I have a notion that I’d take to bleeding inwardly. As for you, you’d forget me.
|—||Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre (via creatingaquietmind)|
”Bazen keşke tanışmamış olsaydık diyorum.
Çünkü tanışmasaydık, geceleri dünyada senin gibi biri olduğunu bilmeden uyuyabilirdim.”