cafune

consistency, tenderness, reciprocated love

“I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between sounds—but I think of you always in those intervals.”

when your eyes connect, hold the gaze — when you begin to feel vulnerable, let the gaze linger a few moments longer...

“Her smell was incurable for my heart. And like fresh cut grass she reminded me of an old, long forgotten, faded dream. A sort of tenderness for home. For the first time in my young and vulnerable life, everything seemed possible, everything seemed in reach, as long as I managed to love her with all my ability and beyond.”

“I say your name all the time when you’re not around just to pour more of you in the world”

I would rather be nowhere, with her



Than somewhere, without her

“Love those who love you when you have nothing to offer but your company.”