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 should talk to him I know I should talk to him. But I do not talk to him. I watch after him from afar and love him.

Moments into minutes. Minutes into hours. Hours into days. Days into years. Years into possibility. This will linger.

motif, n. You don’t love me as much as I love you. You don’t love me as much as I love you. You don’t love me as much as I love you.

I feel the universe is telling me something. And it doesn't even matter if it's true or not. What matters is that I feel it, and believe it.

You know, I'd get a tattoo with your name on it. Only, I want you to have the freedom to change your name if you want to.

I don’t want you to think I got through this undamaged, okay? But I’m learning to live with it. Because otherwise, the damage is all you are.