im so masochistic its terrible i cried while drawing this omg
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THIS FUCKING POST
The Midnight Planétarium watch was a collaboration between Van Cleef & Arpels and Christiaan van der Klaauw. The watch is made of 396 separate parts and features the six closest planets orbiting the sun in real time (Uranus and Neptune were left out because you probably won’t live long enough to see either one complete a full orbit).
I. Need. This.
And I remember when I met him. It was so clear that he was the only one for me. We both knew it, right away. And as the years went on, things got more difficult. We were faced with more challenges.
I begged him to stay. Try to remember what we had at the beginning. He was charismatic, magnetic, electric and everybody knew it. When he walked in every woman’s head turned, everyone stood up to talk to him. He was like this hybrid, this mix of a man who couldn’t contain himself. I always got the sense that he became torn between being a good person and missing out on all of the opportunities that life could offer a man as magnificent as him. And in that way I understood him and I loved him.
I loved him, I loved him, I loved him.
And I still love him.
I love him.
The problem is that no matter how hard I try I can’t give up on you, I just can’t. And believe me, I’ve tried.
I’ve tried acting like I am interested in other guys, I’ve tried flirting, I’ve tried it all. But in the end, I’m just comparing them all to you, seeing which one is the closest to everything I love about you. And none of them are good enough in those ways.
I still think of you everytime I hear certain songs, or words, or phrases, or do something I used to do with you.
I still keep a memory box of all those poems I wrote about you, all the love letters I wrote but never gave you, every doodle I made with you in mind, everything you’ve given me and everything that reminds me of you is in that box. And I still drag that box out every once in a while and reminisce on all those good, magical times. I get lost in them, and I feel like I am about to cry, but I can’t, I’ve cried to much over you.
Why? Because I still love you, and no matter how hard I try, that’s not changing, and it honestly drives me crazy because I don’t know if you feel the same.