I touched him. From brain to body, in ways I couldn’t quite understand. But he did and for him, that was all that mattered.

I don’t want content. I want slight fear. Anxiety. I want a longing devotion for a twist of absence. The feeling of complete isn’t quite pleasing.

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 don’t remember his face or the place we ate. I only remember how he grabbed my hand and his voice when he spoke of his dad.