I want you to be honest with me. Even if it hurts. Although I would prefer for it not to hurt.

When someone breaks up with you, their beauty-- which you took such satisfaction in-- suddenly becomes unfair.

I still don’t know if this is a good quality or a bad one, to be able to be in the moment and then step out of it.

Maybe there's a way to keep us in this moment. Not the sad part. But the coming together part.

This is a difference between us: you desire what other people have, while I desire the things I used to have, or think I might have one day.

I had no idea what I wanted, only that I wanted something, which is the worst kind of wanting.

All I get is tomorrow.