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.

We can’t be afraid to dismiss the unappreciative.

I remember things like dates down to minutes, what they smelled like, how they walked and how they tug their hands in their pockets. I twine myself in nostalgia of moments and not necessarily the people in them. I long for the idea of the past and occasionally forget the present. I find myself lost in memories, just looking to recreate the moment; forgetting the past is in the past and what we have is now.

I realized I loved him after everything went wrong so I wallowed in self-pity and prayed I could wake up.

If I had amnesia, I know I would fall in love with you all over again.

Don’t allow people to come in and out of your life when it only benefits them.

I’ve met plenty of beautiful people but I honestly can’t tell you what they look like.

It didn’t affect him because he couldn’t fathom how I felt. He never saw how I held or how I dealt. And when a breeze hits, his first thought is never a scent. We worked in different ways and different places, which were divided by a constellation.