The longer you wait, and this is true, the slower the hands will move.
One little ripple started today could create a typhoon fifteen years from now.
Josh will begin disappearing into a future where the only place he and I remain friends is on the Internet.
How can you call it love when it hurt you so badly?" "It was love because it was worth it.
I hate not knowing what to believe anymore. I hate not knowing what's real.
He looks out into the empty street, allowing me to sit in his car and just miss her. To miss her each time I pull in a breath of air. To miss her with a heart that feels so cold by itself, but warm when thoughts of her flow through me.