I can’t figure out which hurt more: loving you or missing you.
How do you explain something to someone else that you don’t fully understand yourself?
I miss you. He’s everything you are not, and I hate you, I hate you so very much.
I know I love you because what I feel for you sometimes is too much for my body to hold.
It does not matter how it begins. The ending is always the same.
I remember the first time my body tried to tell me something.
there’s so many sunrises and sunsets i didn’t get to see you in.
You can’t live the life you owe yourself without living it loudly, boldly, and without apology.
i know this story better than you think you do.
I woke up today in a world where you’re no longer even a text away.