You were a rhyme who mattered, a being who slipped all too often.

The thing with breaking up is they leave, but the memories stay.

I loved you with different words than you knew and that seemed to scare you.

Silence is only awkward if one cannot feel a connection with the other.

If I had amnesia, I know I would fall in love with you all over again.

When you know, you know and it flows in your mind like waves. Coming forward as it pulls with the tide. It brings anxiety, terror, and it’s beyond anything plausible.

I love him. So much. To the point where you won’t understand. You don’t get it because I don’t get it. It’s there. It exists. It flows. It moves like rapids through my veins. Comes with bursts and occasionally fades with the day, but it’s always there. And when you find love like that, you don’t want to give it up. But sometimes you have to and sometimes you have to give it to someone else. That’s the hard part.

The hard part wasn’t breaking up. The hard part is forcing myself to fall out of love with you.

Loving him made me never want to love another human being.