My friend says I should be making out with strangers in bars, that not everyone has to be The One. But that’s not really my style. I’ve never known how to lust.
If there is one thing that I can promise you, without any doubt in my mind, it is that I have every intention of spending every single day loving you.
I don’t know which is harder;
or letting yourself be loved.
You have uttered the words ‘I’m too old for this.’
Because that is what breaking up is. The death of a life that you once imagined with him, a grave appearing inside your head in which you bury your memories so they don’t hurt you.
Despite the odds, love conquers all.
You are my security, my savior. You are what I’ve always had, always cared for. Yet despite that, I still wish for you, day after day.
What I feel—I shouldn’t show you, so when you’re around I won’t.
We’re so full of wrong, but when we’re together, it feels right.
I want you to remember me and smile. I want you to remember me and feel like it wasn’t one of those sad endings. I want you to remember that even the ending was sweet.