I'm wondering how many more mistakes I'll have to make before things finally fall into place. If they ever will.

Friendship is not a thing I have ever experienced. Not as a child, and not as I am now.

Insane for your sweet, sweet love!

Hope. It's like a drop of honey, a field of tulips blooming in the springtime. It's a fresh rain, a whispered promise, a cloudless sky, the perfect punctuation mark at the end of a sentence. And it's the only thing in the world keeping me afloat.

And we are quotation marks, inverted and upside down, clinging to one another at the end of this life sentence. Trapped by lives we did not choose.

I love you exactly as you are.

His lips soften into a smile that cracks apart my spine. He repeats my name like the word amuses him. Entertains him. Delights him. In seventeen years no one has said my name like that