It’s my fault. I’m the one who walked away last year when you tried to love me.
I love you, Holder!” I yell after him. “Best friends forever!” He keeps walking forward, but lifts his hand in the air and flips me off. It’s almost as cool as a fist bump.
Most of me believed she wouldn’t show up today, but a small part of me still held out hope. I can’t say that her choice has broken my heart, because that would mean my heart was still whole to be broken.
I didn’t know hearts could literally ache like this. It hurts so much I want to reach inside and rip it out of my chest so I’ll never feel this again.
I consider telling him the truth. That if I were dead like Snow White and he kissed me like that, surely my heart would kick back to life. That I’d be the one to slay dragons for that kiss.
I am translucent, aquatic. Drifting, aimless. She is an anchor, sinking in my sea. –.
Every day, I miss you. When I’m at work, I miss you. When I’m home, I miss you. When you’re next to me in bed, I miss you. When I’m inside you, I miss you.
I want to tell him that even though we both regretted it, that minute we spent kissing was the one minute out of my entire life that I wouldn’t trade for the world.
I’m not in love with Bridgette,” he says calmly. “She’s my sister.
We’re all just people who sometimes do bad things.
You need to fall in love with yourself first.
And sometimes when I feel that much emotion, something inside of me just snaps.
I found out that depression doesn’t necessarily mean a person is miserable or suicidal all the time. Indifference is also a sign of depression.
And that’s how easy it is for a writer to pretend to be someone they aren’t.
I guess that happens when you become a mother, though. Your focus is no longer on yourself. Your life becomes all about this beautiful tiny little human you created.
Genuine. If I had to describe him in one word, that would be it.
I realized I felt better about myself without him than I did with him.
You can’t look at someone the way he looked at me – with the entirety of his past – without also imagining the future.
Random Dude just put his lips in my hair. What. Is going. On.
Nunca detenerse. Nunca olvidar.