Meredith Grey (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
I don’t know what to think about the coming two weeks. I want her, I want her, I want her. I want to look into her eyes, hold her face in my palms, and say this - word for word - to her. But of course, I am not like that. I am always scared. I over-think, and I get very worried that whatever that there is between me and her just exists in my head. Y’now, like in some way, I am Tom Hansen and pathetically pining over one Summer Finn. Am I being overdramatic? I have no idea. Well, and then there’s a part of me that also acknowledges what a one-in-a-lifetime sort of opportunity this is. Never have so many things aligned this perfectly together that I am tempted to just take a leap of faith into the unknown and chase after her as hard as I can. No regrets, as they say … maybe I should just lay it all out to her on a fkcing silver plate so she knows clearly what I want.
I don’t know. I am so torn, and I am so anxious about what’s going to happen in the coming weeks before she leaves to Sydney for good.
Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist (via observando)