Be patient with how obsessed I am with that forever type of love. Because soon, I will learn to love you less.
I promise I will learn to stop smiling for you when you don’t deserve it. Soon, I will…
If you weren’t you and I wasn’t me and we weren’t us, we would have had a conversation.
This conversation would have taken place in a small cafe playing indie music. There is no one else there, and my coffee…
“Why don’t you write about the happy things, the good moments, the deep late-night talks, the moments we cry of laughter, the beautiful songs we listen to together, the I love you’s we share, our honeymoon phase that never ended,…
Forgive me once:
You take my hand and swear you love me. Sometimes you don’t say it but I think I know. You open me up like a new book and read each page. You tell me to keep my…
Why do people find forgetting to be discomforting? If you ask me, I would tell you it’s the best thing that ever existed in the world.
Forgetting the good will help you not miss it and forgetting the bad, oh…
If you’ve seen my writings, I usually write in third person. Mostly because I want readers to be able to relate to the characters, which you might know have no names. I don’t name them because I want them to…
How naive of me to think that I would feel no pain at the end of it all? I should know by now that caring leads to being hurt. I should have learned sooner that feelings have consequences too.
But…