— Franz Kafka, from Letters To Milena

you need her; it’s as simple and as complicated as that. because you need her and she needs you but the universe has other plans sometimes and it doesn’t matter if you belong in each other’s arms or if your heart can only beat when you’re with her because the universe doesn’t care. 

the universe doesn’t care about you, or her, or the way you make each other feel invincible. it doesn’t care if you need her, or if she needs you. the universe is a cold, unfeeling thing, and it doesn’t care.

but the universe can do what it wants and nothing else matters because you love her. and it’s as simple and as complicated as that.

he knocks softly on the glass, hoping carter will hear it. his breathing feels loud in the quiet.

please, please wake up.

at the second knock he sees movement, then carter's thin frame coming to the window, hair down in a white, frothy lace trimmed nightgown. they unlatch the window and wrench it up, reaching for him to pull into their arms.

joe and carter stand there clinging to each other. faces pressed into necks, inhaling the comforting scent of home.

"cat," joe sniffs, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes, " i thought i'd lost you."

"you haven't." carter strokes joe's hair to his nape, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "i'm here, i'm here. i missed you so much."

“It is terrifying. And yet, you knew what you were getting into. You know that to love is both to swim and to drown. You know to love is to be a whole, partial, a joint, a fracture, a heart, a bone. It is to bleed and heal. It is to be in the world, honest. It is to place someone next to your beating heart, in the absolute darkness of your inner, and trust they will hold you close.”

“[…] Even her absence is something that’s with me.”

“Mesmo a ausência dela é uma coisa que está comigo. “

Fernando Pessoa ,O amor é uma companhia

“Oh my love, call me by a name linked to a very old, forgotten tenderness. I will rebuild the plot of a purely inner tragedy.”

“Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart. I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name.”

he knocks softly on the glass, hoping carter will hear it. his breathing feels loud in the quiet.

please, please wake up.

at the second knock he sees movement, then carter's thin frame coming to the window, hair down in a white, frothy lace trimmed nightgown. they unlatch the window and wrench it up, reaching for him to pull into their arms.

joe and carter stand there clinging to each other. faces pressed into necks, inhaling the comforting scent of home.

"cat," joe sniffs, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes, " i thought i'd lost you."

"you haven't." carter strokes joe's hair to his nape, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "i'm here, i'm here. i missed you so much."