Do you remember feeling the end coming? I think about that day too.
I want you to know that on my bad days, on the worst days where I can’t even find the strength to shower or get out of bed, on the days where I don’t know myself, on days where everything seems impossible and everything seems blurry, the only thing in the world that makes sense is how much I love you.
What now? Do we just un-know each other now? Do we forget the intimate moments — the stories, the echoing laughter on a Sunday afternoon?
I hope you get to be an even greater superhero to the next girl as you were to me.
I know how it feels when you’re sitting in your room contemplating everything.
I could promise you the moon and that wouldn’t be nearly enough of a gesture for how I feel.
Making love is actually a thing. No, it’s not some lame thing people say to get into each other’s pants.
In the same way that I know the sky is blue and that 2+2=4. That is how much you make sense to me.
9. Not being present.
I cannot put into words the way my universe shifted after you came in it. I have experienced every day and everything much more intensely.