Alone again. I know we won’t come back to each other. And while I feel utterly scooped out and spent, I remember that even when you were here, I was alone.
Twice now I’ve been given this; love-lorn letters these, late night desperation this, heart-torn declaration this, “you are the love of my life”
I turn it down just to switch it around, it seems
I am now the love-lorn desperate writer, the midnight beseecher, asking a heart to cherish me, asking for something, anything, a flower from a roadside tree-
you didn’t want it, the stars seem to laugh; taste what you have given.
i dont think we give karl urban enough credit for his acting in this extended edition scene of eomer discovering eowyn in pelennor fields because. my goodness
