Here is the simple truth about people: Love the ones you want to keep.
I love you like I love the sea. And I’m ok with drowning.
You are the silence between the notes. The white space between the letters. The missing that makes everything else a something.
Somewhere, someone knows the words to the songs you sing.
I love no one but you, I have discovered, but you are far away and I am here alone. Then this is my life and maybe, however unlikely, I’ll find my way back there. Or maybe, one day, I’ll settle for second best. And on that same day, hell will freeze over, the sun will burn out and the stars will fall from the sky.
I keep wondering, how many people do you need to be, before you can become yourself.
On other planets, they look up and wish upon you. Because on other planets, you live on a star.
One day, you realize that there are some people you’ll never see again. At least, not in the same way.
You will never meet anyone who has done something great who waited for permission to do something great.
Have the purest of intentions for what you said you’d do and do it bravely.
I don’t care what other people think. I fell in love with you. Not people.
Never give up on anything you haven’t done absolutely everything to save. Even if what you’re saving, kills you.
You are no longer here. So please leave.
Never stop and never settle but settle down for the one who makes you want to be better. And settle down.
And when I asked you how you’d been I meant I missed you more than I’ve ever missed anything before.
If you’ve got the 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.
You may continue to call it a breakup. I will continue to call it an exorcism.
And if you want to know the feeling I’m talking about, run your own fingers slowly through your hair, and pretend they’re someone else’s.
The human heart is made from the only substance in the universe that can become stronger, after it’s been broken.
If you blur your eyes, the streetlights become hundreds of ghosts going home.