Did you know...you make me so happy that sometimes I actually forget to breath? I'll be looking at you, and my chest will get so tight...and it's like, the only thought in my head is how much I want to reach over and kiss you.

I can't make it fade.

But inside or out, I was alone, and I was beginning to wonder if I always had been, if I always would be.

It feels like we should do something," he said. "Like, send her off on a barge out to sea and set her on fire. Let her go out in a blaze of glory." Chubs raised an eyebrow. "It's a minivan, not a Viking.

—I don't want to lose you —Then why are you the one that keeps letting go?

Breathing him in wasn't enough, I wanted to inhale him. The leather, the smoke, the sweetness.

But part of surviving is being able to move on.