If the fall into love happened so rapidly, it is perhaps because the wish to love has preceded the beloved - the need has invented its solution. The appearance of the beloved is only the second stage of a prior [but largely unconscious] need to love someone - our hunger for love moulding their features, our desire crystallizing around them. [But the honest side of us will never let the deception go unchallenged. There will always be moments when we will doubt whether our lover exists in reality or as we imagine them in our minds - or whatever they are not just a hallucination we have invented to prevent the inevitable loveless collapse.]
“We all spend so much time not saying what we want, because we know we can’t have it. And because it sounds ungracious, or ungrateful, or disloyal, or childish, or banal. Or because we’re so desperate to pretend that things are OK, really, that confessing to ourselves they’re not looks like a bad move. Go on, say what you want. … Whatever it is, say it to yourself. The truth will set you free. Either that or it’ll get you a punch in the nose. Surviving in whatever life you’re living means lying, and lying corrodes the soul, so take a break from the lies for just one minute.”—Nick Hornby, A Long Way Down (via thoughtsdetained) (via iguessthatscool) (via wedancedtogether) (via unicornology)
this one guy i dated thought being the spoonee or the little spoon is the role of the female and thought it was ridiculus for guys to be spooned by a girl.
this other guy i dated sucked at spooning me. Or rather didn’t enjoy spooning me and it was obvious because i could feel the awkwardness between us. he wanted to be spooned all the time. he would turn down my request to take turns.