this might be the happy ending without the ending

I feel such a tenderness for these vulnerable nighttime conversations, the way words take a different shape in the air when there's no light in the room.

I hope suffering don't exist.

There are all these moments you don't think you will survive. And then you survive.

I want to take back at least half of the “I love you”s, because I didn’t mean them as much as the other ones.

I try to be a careful person. Most of the time my carelessness is completely unintentional.

There will always be more questions. Every answer leads to more questions. The only way to survive is to let some of them go.