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.

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

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

I walked the streets looking for something instead of letting what I wanted, to look for me.

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.

Sure, he might not have been perfect, but if I thought he was, isn’t that all that matters?

Stop making excuses for other people. For why they do certain things. For how they treat people or how they treat you. Giving excuse and justifcation gives defense which lets them act however they want. It allows them because you tolerated it. Don’t accept less than what you’re worth because you’re worth a lot.