I worked with him in a way where there was no need to align. We felt and the feeling was simple but complex. It was the intensity in our grasp and when it was done, it was done.

Some people you’re not meant to get over.

Old-fashioned dating still exists. You’re either dating the wrong people or you are the problem.

He was good and then really good and then bad and then really bad, but since he was good I got lost in the thought that I could fix it.

I’m not looking for anything, but who knows. Lightning is weird.

Sometimes love them more than you, but just make sure you love yourself too.

I stopped writing in a way they would understand because it wasn’t for them or even him. It was for I to understand, for I to make sense, and for I to let go of it.

I loved you before all of this. When there was nothing. When there was only a single atom in the night sky.

I’m not thankful for being fucked over, I’m thankful for what I took from it. What I learned. What I taught myself in that particular moment. I'm grateful someone was able to take me there and let me be in that moment - not with them, but with myself. How my emotions could surrender to someone and make me feel everything I felt. It destroyed me, but I made my way through; and I look back years from, and I still love him, I do.