it's the belief, not the words, that mean everything. it's the floating.

Everyone tried with me. And everytime, it felt like the whole point of life was to see if trying was ever enough.

Which is more stubborn, the love or the two arguing people caught within it?

The words that matter always stay.

Indelible, adj. That first night, you took your finger and pointed to the top of my head, then traced a line between my eyes, down my nose, over my lips, my chin, my neck, to the center of my chest. It was so surprising. I knew I would never mimic it. That one gesture would be yours forever.

If I lose it now, I will lose you, too. I know that. I hate it.

He has no idea how beautiful the ordinary becomes once it disappears.