Uvijek sam mrzio stepenice do mog stana, na vrhu zgrade, bez lifta. Mrzio sam ih. Sve dok nisam nju ispraćao i molio Boga da doda još koji sprat, da je duže gledam, da mi sporije ode.
“Maybe love stays. Maybe love can’t. Maybe love shouldn’t. Love arrives exactly when love is supposed to. And love leaves exactly when love must. When love arrives, say, ‘Welcome. Make yourself comfortable.’ If love leaves, ask her to leave the door open behind her. Turn off the music, listen to the quiet. Whisper, ‘Thank you for stopping by.’”
— Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye, “When Love Arrives” (via perrfectly)
