She saw through the shell of me into the center of me

I put my hand on the doorknob because I thought maybe her hand was on the doorknob on the other side.

I knew that our time together was almost over, I asked her if she liked sports, she asked me if I liked chess, I asked her if she liked fallen trees, she went home with her father, the center of me followed her, but I was left with the shell of me, I needed to see her again, I couldn't explain my need to myself, and that's why it was such a beautiful need, there's nothing wrong with not understanding yourself.

I wish my days could be washed away like the chalk lines of my days.

It was terrible. All of the things we couldn't share. The room was filled with conversations we weren't having.

You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.

But come. No explaining or mending. Be beside me somewhere.