Cinta

“Patroclus." Achilles did not slur my name, as people often did, running it together as if in a hurry to be rid of it. Instead, he rang each syllable: Pa-tro-clus.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“Not everything in the heart can be said, so god created sighs, tears, long sleep, cold smile and shivering hands.”
― Nizar Qabbani

“he is my blessing, and I am his blessing, and that is enough to bring down every missile thrown by fate - or shakespeare - to us”
― Anne Fortier, Juliet

“He said, “Lan Zhan, here, look at me.”

Lan WangJi replied in a voice that still sounded a little tight, “Mmm.”

Taking a deep breath, Wei WuXian said quietly, “……I really do have a terrible memory. I’ve forgotten a lot of things from before, including that night at the Nightless City. What really happened during those few days, I really don’t remember a thing.”

Hearing this, Lan WangJi’s eyes widened slightly.

Wei WuXian abruptly clutched Lan WangJi’s shoulders and continued, “But! But starting from now, everything you say to me, everything you do to me, I’ll remember them all, I’ll never forget a thing!”

“……”

Wei WuXian said, “You’re wonderful. I really like you.”

“……”

“Or rather, I should say, I fancy you, love you, want you, can’t be without you, whatever you want it to be.”
― Mo Xiang Tong Xiu