"Each in the most hidden sack kept
the lost jewels of memory,
intense love, secret nights and permanent kisses,
the fragment of public or private happiness.
A few, the wolves, collected thighs,
other men loved the dawn scratching
mountain ranges or ice floes, locomotives, numbers.
For me happiness was to share singing,
praising, cursing, crying with a thousand eyes.
I ask forgiveness for my bad ways:
my life had no use on earth."

Pablo Neruda, Still Another Day (via observando)

Maybe it’s about falling in love over and over with yourself-

So when someone falls for you, it doesn’t define you, but just adds to the beauty you’ve already discovered in your own life.