Truth Within the Truth

I wonder how biology can explain the physical pain you feel in your chest when all you want to do is be with someone.

There are some things I will never talk about unless I am asked. The pain, or perhaps the memory itself, is too fragile and will never be strong enough to be vocalized. You may see my suffering, but you will not hear of it beyond what I’m willing to show.”

There are poems inside of you that paper can’t handle.

Some days everything I write sounds like a eulogy for the person I used to be.

There’s really no shortcut to forgetting someone. You just have to endure missing them everyday until you don’t anymore.

I think once you’ve thought about how a person sleeps, how they’d feel pressed up against your back, or your head on their chest, how compatible your bodies would be in the same space of a bed — once you’ve thought about that, you’re fucked.

Fight for somebody, but never compete. Care for somebody, but never allow yourself to be taken for granted. Cry for somebody, but never for the same reason twice. Love somebody, but never stop loving yourself because of it.

I’m still hoping it’s you and me in the end.

Sometimes you need to be alone, in order to find out who you really are and what you really want.