I think we became stones in each other’s lives even though neither of us wanted it to happen.
Pisces have so much going on in that head of theirs, you’ll know they’re in love when they start to let you into all of those dreams and creative thoughts living up in there.
I. It’s my first time traveling alone, and my phone doesn’t work once I land in Montréal, which means I don’t have access to the one thing I depend on explicitly to survive in this world, Google maps.
If we never stopped to ask ourselves how we feel about our own lives, we’d just float on by, passively, down a lazy river free from any decisions.
Because even though the person is long gone, it’s hard to forget the feeling. And maybe I’m not supposed to.
I never have to lose it. That love, that structure, that support. It never really went away, it just taught me to stand on my own.
It’s having something we want to say, a point we want to make, while still appreciating all the different words that get us there exactly for everything they are and understanding what makes them unique.
Maybe the truth is I like this person. This version of me.
You were doing that thing, though, where you pretend like you’re not good with words, even though we both know what a joke that is.
Someone who will grab your hand carelessly. Crossing the street, in the car, under the table at dinner.