At times, I do wish people knew the half of it. Not in a condescending or a superior sense, but beauty lies beneath our life experiences, and occasionally it would be nice to feel a truthful connection of past meets present.

When the sun meets the sky and you finally find what it is you’re looking for, I’ll no longer be here.We’ll both be dead and that voice you hear inside your head, I hope it’s dead too. I hope you’ll be at peace and all those words I said meant something.

Three years later and I’m still writing about you. I don’t know if that says more about you or I.

You want to know what I loved about him? Everything. From a freckle on his ass down to his undying selfish need to always be right.

I think we might’ve met in a past life. You know, one of those you pass and think, wow you’re kind of beautiful. Just one of those.

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.

Some people you’re not meant to get over.

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.