I just want the pain to end.
Who will see you through the darkness? "Me," I key in the answer. "I'll find my own way.
His eyes are like a telescope. I look into them and I'm transported across the universe to a world I've never been.
At times like this, I'm thankful I don't feel love.
Everyone's a liar. Everyone I've ever known.
Our eyes met across the crowded room, like in the movies, except we didn't share a knowing smile and race into each other's arms. Instead I fell into the trash can.