When I look at you, my life made sense. Even the bad things made sense. They were necessary to make you possible.
We ignore the оnes who adore us, adore the оnes who ignore us, love the оnes who hurt us, & hurt the оnes that love us.
I will kiss your scars as you heal, I will sit by your side and hold your hand. I will write invisible secrets and paragraphs and maybe a book into your skin at night, while you sleep warm next to me.
I want to be first. I know that’s selfish, and maybe unattainable, and maybe shallow. But I just want to come first with someone. If that’s wrong of me, so be it. I’ll be wrong. But that’s the way I feel.
The trouble is not that I am single and likely to stay single, but that I am lonely and likely to stay lonely.
One of the cruelest things you can do to another person is pretend you care about them more than you really do.
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