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

He said I wanted revenge, but if I wanted revenge I would’ve just broken his heart.

If you’re in a relationship and find yourself constantly using “we” instead of “I” - stop. You are more than your relationship.

It was love. It was lust. It was just between us. The passion, the desire, the fire. The way we held on in so little time and his eyes when he saw me for the first time.

It was our first date and I asked what his favorite movie is. He asked if I’d judge him, but instead of judging him I just loved him.

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.

All of your fears and thoughts were mine, you were so scared but it was beyond divine.

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.