Spend your last night on a friend’s couch and wear her pajamas.
I don’t hop on planes to run away from my life, I do it because it’s the only way to really experience what this world has to offer.
I’m saying goodbye because in the process of loving you I forgot how to love myself.
No matter how quiet the room is or how vividly I imagine your lips and the way they moved, I can’t remember what your voice sounds like.
Every word he said will dance around your mind as you meticulously pick apart the bits and pieces of what he meant.
When you reach this point of giving out every ounce of your love to someone who doesn’t want it, try and change its course.
I think of you in colors because it’s easier to paint a picture of “us” and then translate it into words.
At 22, he’ll say it’s not you, it’s him. He’ll tell you he wants to be alone, that he doesn’t want to be tied down just yet.