They will see through you. They will know the difference between your smiles, the tone you use when you’re happy or sad, the way you excuse yourself when you feel like you don’t want to talk.
They’re the completing pieces to your puzzle, they are proof that miracles are true; they are your real first loves.
Then I let go, and I walk away until I run, dissolving into the air, and you blink, and you’re alone, for only the instant it takes the hallway to swarm with students.
Sometimes being friends after a breakup is easier in theory than it is in practice. That is why it is imperative to set boundaries and stick to them.
You are the luckiest person in the world if you have someone like this to lean on when your heart breaks.
They’re the ones who make your friendship a priority, never permitting anything to come between you both. The kind of people who saturate your world in pigmented shades of neon, rather than lackluster hues of grey.
To the friends that gave us the home we never had. They gave us comfort, they gave us security and they gave us love. They gave us a feeling we never felt before in our own homes.
It’s never easy comforting someone when they confide in you that they are depressed.
“If we’re both single in 20 years we’re getting a cat and living together.” Chances are, you’ll both end up crazy cat ladies, anyway.
I wanted to thank you for every moment that you spent with me, whether they were good or bad.