Whenever I think of you, I think of the night we looked at the stars out of your rear windshield and talked, just talked. Whenever I think of you, it’s purely with fondness. Always, always fondness.
I know you will forget me the way they always do. You will let me go as easily as you reeled me in. You will stop finding my hair in your room. You will wash me from your skin, and your sheets, and, ultimately, your memory.
You will not always understand. There will be times when I am going through something that you won’t even be able to fully comprehend, because my chronic illness is something you will (hopefully) never have to experience firsthand. You will feel frustrated when I retreat into myself.
Sex on their desk isn’t a thing.
You will never be 100% sure of your partner, and that’s okay. So let go of that breath you’ve been holding and feel the uncertainty, then let that go, too.
We were a mix of colors. I’ll never forget you. And I hate you, but I don’t. Thank you for painting me. I would not be who I am without you.
Aries: Your adventurous and impulsive nature will cause you to trespass. You saw something that was super cool and just had to go see it. It wasn’t even for the ‘gram.
We loved hard when we claimed we didn’t love at all. You were possessive and I was jealous. You drank to forget and I cried in the bathroom.