I miss the sound of your voice, the loudest thing in my head. And I ache to remember all the violent, sweet, perfect words that you said

If you've got time, we can play a game. It's easy. We just see if I'm the same shape as the space you have inside you. If everything fits, we both win. If it doesn't, don't force it. That's how you get splinters in your heart.

Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.

Feels awful when you think about it. When there doesn't seem like much of a purpose for your relationship. Or maybe there is: I think I gave him something to live for, except, he merely helped me pass the time

You get a little moody sometimes but I think that's because you like to read. People that like to read are always a little fcuked up

I've been running around for the past year with absolutely no direction. I didn't know what I wanted. All I knew was that you were always there, always in my head, always under my skin

If you realize that all things change, there is nothing you will try to hold on to. If you are not afraid of dying, there is nothing you cannot achieve.

You're here. Of course you're here. No matter what I do, no matter what I say, you are there. Always. But still, I am vaguely curious, because this is a very strange place for you to be.

A clean break is easier. You can reset it and it heals and then you move on. But if you leave things messy or things don't get put right then it just hurts; forever.

That's the thing about letting old lovers go. You don't stop loving some of them. There are a couple you love no less than you ever did. You're not going to try and make it work again, but if they needed you, you'd drop everything.