By design, the glass had been half empty when we met – I knew we would never be like anyone else, and the years I had left in comparison to his would be the ones that would define the rest of my life. His, however, had already passed, before I even managed to utter my first words.
Why was I set to hurt someone who was the best thing that ever happened to my life?
Always assume the best in people. No matter what happens, assume that they weren’t doing anything out of malus or spite but instead just doing what they thought was best at the moment.
I am not going to pretend everything is fine when you are screwing me over. I am not going to let you get away with your games.
I miss flirting with you. I miss touching you. I miss kissing you. But above all else, I miss having you as a friend.
You should never feel bad about missing someone, even if they are not missing you.