Loving you was easy. Hating you was hard. Falling out was insane.

I pushed him against his Jeep, looked him dead in the eye and kissed him. He asked if he could come up, and I just walked up the steps and said, not yet. That was the moment I knew I loved him.

We’re meant for each other for a moment, but no one knows how long the moment lasts except the moment itself.

You wallow in abusive relationships because that’s all you have in that moment. You need something darker to bring you to truth.

Toxicity is my fuel. Break me and you can take me.

He steals your knees, not because he needs you, but because he feeds off of your fears.

You speak in night, not because it’s night, but because it’s dark enough in theory that no one will see you.

The second I realized I had nothing left to say is the exact moment I realized it was truly over.

I had no desire to tell anyone I was in love. I knew and that was all that mattered. I had a theory that sharing would somehow take away the love and give it to everyone else. And I wanted it. All to myself.