AMI

you are always more likely to cry because of a loved one than an enemy.

I gave you above and beyond the bare minimum, just so maybe you’d think, “I wanna do more than this so she can feel this way too.” At some point I let go of the bare minimum too.

you are never the bad person for wanting to be loved. you’re never the bad person for loving being loved. it’s only when you don’t return it that you are.

i seek out things that remind me of you so that when i cry, i can still feel connected to you again in some stupid way

i’d started setting myself on fire hoping you’d see a spark from the reflection of your glasses in my eyes

i miss when thinking about turning over in bed to kiss you in the morning was a genuine possibility

i knew i was done for when i started to accept that maybe i will “waste the best years of my life” in one relationship

the only future where i lived past 30 was the one with you in it.

if i ever had a tv show, i know which shots i’d want to represent our friendship

I thought my life was just a big joke. I realized it wasn’t when april 1st passed and we were still broken up.

I’ve always hated my body because it felt like it looked wrong. But when you touched me it was like there was nothing wrong in the first place.

I don’t want you to look at me anymore because I don’t want to make the mistake of thinking you could love me again