It feels strange to have spent much time wishing for something, for someone and then one day, suddenly, to just stop.
Sometimes questions can be more cruel than insults.
In the dark you can feel really close to a person. You can say whatever you want.
He didn't give me flowers or candy. He gave me the moon and the stars. Infinity.
But just because you bury something, that doesn't mean it stops existing. Those feelings, they'd been there all along. All that time. I had to face it.
It's scary how easy promises were broken.