Summer is fading

You are the one

To the one who never fails to wish me Good Morning as soon as the sun rises and always insists on saying Goodnight before bedtime just so I sleep knowing that someone out there is missing me/ thinking of me;

I love you.

chartaimaginem:

View from Montmartre, Paris. Taken with a vintage camera.
(Re-uploaded higher quality image.)

chartaimaginem:

View from Montmartre, Paris. Taken with a vintage camera.

(Re-uploaded higher quality image.)

Remember when you left Gotham? Before all this, before Batman? You were gone seven years. Seven years I waited, hoping that you wouldn’t come back. Every year, I took a holiday. I went to Florence, there’s this cafe, on the banks of the Arno. Every fine evening, I’d sit there and order a Fernet Branca. I had this fantasy, that I would look across the tables and I’d see you there, with a wife and maybe a couple of kids. You wouldn’t say anything to me, nor me to you. But we’d both know that you’d made it, that you were happy. I never wanted you to come back to Gotham. I always knew there was nothing here for you, except pain and tragedy. And I wanted something more for you than that. I still do.

(Source: senorleto, via captainbackfire)