I loved you
like a man loves a woman he never touches, only
writes to, keeps little photographs of. I would have
loved you more if I had sat in a small room rolling a
cigarette and listened to you piss in the bathroom,
but that didn’t happen. Your letters got sadder.
Your lovers betrayed you.
—Charles Bukowski (via iswearonmymothersgravy)
(Source: sufjanism, via retrojapan)
