We’re transcending and I’m pacing for something more than this.

Unfortunately, your want was different than mine and your mind was more youthful than mine, always changing from time to time.

Dating someone who gives you everything you need is frightening because what happens when they leave and you don’t have something?

I love you, but there will be a dozen more too.

You don’t need them. It’s that simple. But for some reason it’s complex. It’s difficult. It’s dangerous. We can’t seem to fathom it.

We do things because we want it, not because they’re good for us.

I loved everything to anything to everyone who surrounded him. He was perfect. A delusion with a sweet melancholy taste. He was crazy, but he was my crazy and inside, everything felt right.

It was perfect, but perfection is terrifying.

I romanticized him until he was the perfect being. A soul so beautiful, but so immensely evil too.