To feel everything, yet nothing at all. That is the utmost beautiful feeling.

We were riding fast, I got lost in the thought that this couldn’t end. Good things end. Bad things we reminisce.

You mixed love with lust and assumed you loved me, which made me question the entirety of our relationship.

The clouds turned from pink to grey and that very metaphor defined my life in that very moment.

Don’t break my heart. Crush it. Destroy it. Let me wallow it until I feel hollow in it. I’ll bash in the pain. I’ll scream your name and then one day I suddenly won’t.

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.