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.
Epic love isn’t a once in a lifetime thing.
My mother warned me about beautiful men who might break my heart. But she forgot to mention that if they were drunk and they got angry, they might break my bones too.