You ever get that feeling that maybe you’ll never love again. Not lust, but be completely and utterly immersed in the way someone says your name or opens a door. To get butterflies every time they graze your skin. To find your self smiling at the ceiling on rainy days just thinking about their eyes. What if you never love so fully and unedited again … Never love again (Jan 3) ~ KMD (via unordinaryword-addict)

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But you loved her?

Yes.

And she loved you?

Yes.

Then why did it end?

Because love and compatibility are not always the same thing.

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #278 
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