I remember your collarbone, forming the tiniest
satellite dish in the universe, your smile
as the place where parallel lines inevitably crossed.

I remember your eyes: fifty attack dogs on a single leash,
how I once held the soft audience of your hand.

I’ve been ignored by prettier women than you,
but none who carried the heavy pitchers of silence
so far, without spilling a drop.

Jeffrey McDaniel, “Letter to the Woman Who Stopped Writing Me Back” (via feellng)

What a terrible mistake to let go of something wonderful for something real.

Miranda July, No One Belongs Here More Than You (via feellng)