I mustn’t look at you too much, or I won’t be able to take my eyes off you at all.
How you underestimate my eagerness to know everything about you! If your letters are merely a comfort to me, like someone stroking one’s forehead, and if I am meanwhile so very conscious of the passing of the days and nights in your life in which I have no share, how much more am I bound to miss not knowing about your past, about the thousands of days when there were no letters!
Anything in life is possible. Listen to your heart. Follow your dreams. You are the master of your own destiny.
— (via kushandwizdom)