I said your name five times too many because I was searching to see if you came when I needed you.

I only ever asked for the moment, but you seem to think I asked for more.

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.

Time never touched you. It touched me and then I seemed to regret everything. Your hair in my face, eyes in my mind, a darkness I found in you. But you don’t regret. You hold within. You feel in memory because love lost is still a love once had. You remember passion, conversations over dinner, moments interwoven before each other. We die to live, not die to cry over memories which don’t last our expected timeframe.

People love the facade of a perfection relationship because perfection seems alluring. What they don’t realize is perfection is terrifying.

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.