If that were the case, the phrase would be I love you to life. Because that’s exactly what Tate did. She loved me back to life.
But it’s hard to feel bad for her, because as much as she’s hurting, she doesn’t know pain. She doesn’t know it like I know it. I keep it alive. I keep it in business. I keep it thriving with as much as I experience it.
I want to cover my heart with armor.
Why the hell does luck exist if I’m not supposed to push it?” I.
Instead, I’m met with the only familiar sensation my heart is capable of feeling: pain.
I don’t like that I was never fully able to let go of him, no matter how hard I tried.
The heart of a man is no heart at all If his heart isn’t loved by a woman. The heart of a woman is no heart at all If her heart isn’t loving a man. But the heart of a man and a woman in love Can be worse than not having a heart Because at least if you have no heart at all It can’t die when it breaks apart.
I don’t know why I always feel like crying when I’m around him. When I think about him. When I read about him. It’s like my emotions are still tethered to him somehow and I can’t figure out how to cut the strings.
I’ve been let down by this life one too many times and quite frankly, I’m tired of losing hope.
Don’t,” I beg her. “Please don’t get over me.
I’m never going to meet anyone who makes me feel the way he does. People don’t get this lucky more than once in the same lifetime.
He’s not safe. He’s the shark-infested deep end of the sea and if I agree to go out with him, I’d be walking the plank, right off the boat and into his dark depth. How am I supposed to do that when I don’t even know if I can swim?
I can spend my time focusing on the perfect version of the life I’ll never have or I can spend my time enjoying the life I do have. And the life I have would provide me with so much opportunity if I would get out of my own head long enough to chase those opportunities.
Will slams poems; I slam doors.
Apologies shouldn’t happen because of the response of the person who was wronged. Apologies should happen because of the wrong.
This is what I want you to remember, Auburn,” he says softly. “I don’t want you to remember what it feels like when I’m inside you. I want you to remember how it feels when I look at you.
Until then, I’ll just continue to hate the entire universe while I feel sorry for myself.
It was nice meeting you, Lily Bloom. I hope you defy the odds of most dreams and actually accomplish yours.” I.
Grief is a beast, but it’s also a great excuse.
That’s not her fault, though, I’m not even sure if it’s my fault, because attraction is an ugly beast, and I’ll be damned if I don’t conquer it.