“The moment arrives when you say,

‘I don’t dislike this man,

but how did I marry him?’

Something about his wintry voice,

the way he can’t or won’t show his face,

and how small and alone you feel

out here on earth’s curve,

driving day and night,

never reaching a destination,

until you realize you’re running parallel to him,

and you’ll never meet.”

Vanishing Point by Freya Manfred

this is probably the most heartbreaking thing i've read since Of Mice and Men four years ago. absolutely stunning.

via among the pines