damn..

it reminds me of ‘New York Waiting’ (movie)..

why da f*ck it had to be this way?

This poem touched me loads. I’ve known about its existence for at least a year, yet every time I read it again, this feeling of deep sadness overwhelms me. So beatles-simple, so true, so painful.

I’ll definitely watch ‘New York Waiting’, now that I’ve read ‘unkind’s’ meditation on love found and lost (…and found again?). Would be nice if your romanticism and way of thinking became a norm for all men out there. Would be awesome! Hope you’re better now?