The difference between you and me is that in your sadness I was standing at your door waiting for you to let me in.
And in my sadness I left the door ajar only for you; everything entered, people, birds, insects, dust, rain and wind,
except you.

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“I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity.”

Franz Kafka, from; Letters To Milena [tr. Tania & James Stern]