We're slipping away from each other, and I'm holding on, I'm holding on so hard, the edge is close to crumbling, but I know if I loosens my grip, even a little, I'll fall away completely.

It's never fifty-fifty with relationships. It's never fair; life's not fair. Someone always falls harder; loves harder and hurts harder. That's just the way this world works, how we've always known it to work, how it's always going to be.

It's as if there's someone beating my stomach from inside, the ache is constant, and it's getting harder and harder to breathe.

I can't decide which is worse: being afraid of falling or the fear I never will...

There is no way to textually render my feelings about you...other than to say, 'I truly didn't mean it to end this way.'

I feel an ineffable regret when looking at what we lost with each other.

It feels like there's Supernova bursting in my chest whenever I think of you.

I am crushed by an immeasurable amount of grief as you've confirmed all my doubts that I loved you far more.

I drink to forget, but I just remember more.

I keep saying "I can't take this anymore" but God, if you ever let go, I would just crumble. I can't be me without you.