There are a thousand and one things I could thank you for—more, probably. Definitely. But I wouldn’t even know where to start, how to start. People who say I have a way with words really don’t know me very well.
I don’t want this, I don’t want you. It’s too much. I need space, I need to be alone for a while. Get out. But please don’t leave.
Grief can do strange things to people and everybody processes it in their own way.
The smell of fresh coffee in the morning.
I wish I could delete you from my life.
If I had known that it would hurt even worse the second time around, I never would have let you through the door again.
She is the sun and we are all just in her orbit, a solar system of friends. Manipulation is her gravity.
Losing friends because of fights or misunderstandings or simply from growing apart happens to all of us. But that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t hurt.
If I were drunk in a room with everyone I’ve ever loved, whose arms would I run into? It still haunts me.
Pull me close. Kiss me hard. I hope you never regret me.