a spasm of love and hate

Why wasn’t friendship as good as a relationship? Why wasn’t it even better? It was two people who remained together, day after day, bound not by sex or physical attraction or money or children or property, but only by the shared agreement to keep going, the mutual dedication to a union that could never be codified.

The last eight times I told you I loved you, they sounded like apologies.

me @ myself: maybe u should try not to depend so much on validation and attention from others because u really let it dictate your mood and it’s so unhealthy

The way your chest expands and contracts is proof that you can contain the heaviness until it passes once more. Your body is designed to bravely soldier on when you are seconds from shattering.