If you don't tell me what's on your mind, I can't guess

We're broken in complementary ways, thus rendering our damage comprehensible to each other.

I wanted proof, not promises.

I felt like the blonde in every horror movie who hears a noise in the basement and goes to investigate alone. Sometimes you smell the stupid all around you, but you step in it anyway.

I know you have bad news,” I say softly. “I’m ready for it.” But that’s not true. One is never ready. You just lie and say you are and hope you can take the hit on the chin without going down.

Beyond, the unknown lay before us once more, and another impossible task. The four of us emerged from the earth and turned our steps west, toward the last hope for Salvation.

Possessiveness isn’t love. I’m not even sure it qualifies as an emotion.