Khadija Rupa Quotes

Please don’t tell me, it was less painful than a broken backbone, a forgotten poem, a lost home.

How could she be someone’s mistake?

When the twilight of all my evenings reaches me, after a long dark day, my complicated thoughts suffocate inside all of my uncomplicated longings. Evenings refuse to end. And the dawns that constantly swallow up my nights, always shows me an extremely long road I still need to tread, and discover. And get hurt.

And they can’t understand, what hurts more— Missing the other person, or pretending not to.

Just as the way sun is behind the moon’s light reflection, I know that everything which comes into my life, or every thing I notice, I see, I hear, has a story behind it. And that story connects it to me. So I become curious to know these back stories. And the more I know them, the more I know myself, each time in a different way.

Like a forgotten old photograph, this dream will stay pressed, between the pages of a book you don’t feel like reading anymore.

Do you ever wonder, do you, why I loved you for such a long time, and still didn’t really know you?

Through my seeking of what is beyond beautiful, of what is intriguing, of what is free from all imperfections and wrongs, I realise my soul is not from here. I belong to a different place, from a different world, a different existence.