By Ryanresatka

Saadi Youssef, tr. by Sinan Antoon & Peter Money, from Nostalgia, My Enemy; "Four sections on place"

[Text ID: "I live in a forest of trees / whose names I don't know / just as I don't know myself."]

This and some jazz

sometimes we don’t want love. we want to be chosen. to be seen fully, in all our chaos, silence, and need, and still be the one someone reaches for without hesitation. real connection isn’t loud. it’s in the small things. how someone stays when you’re quiet. how they look at you when you think you’ve said too much. how they don’t flinch when you’re not easy to hold. that’s what we ache for. not perfection. just presence.

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