Stop | Repeat

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

(Pablo Neruda | Sonnet XVII)

I cried making this :’( disappearing now, tumblr is an evil place that’s probably going to be filled with lost 6.16 picspams now. boo, my download’s being really slow.