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

You were all bad and just something I wanted to have. I couldn’t and the cards have been dealt. I just wish you understood the ability and tranquility behind being felt.

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

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

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.

Loving you was hard, wanting you was harder, but kissing your forehead was insanity.