“I’m still trying to pick up the shattered bits of myself Although I can’t quite seem to put them all together Some bits of me are lost in you, pieces that will no longer fit There are times when you cross my mind and I can smile at the times we spent together And nostalgia doesn’t hurt There are other times, still, where I can’t seem to get out of bed and your face is imprinted in my head And nostalgia is a knot in my throat I’m tired of writing about you, trying to make sense of your absence Trying to find a meaning in this loss, when I know there is no meaning at all The truth is, that love came and went It was there and then it was not”

“I think I was born half in love with you. From the moment I saw you, I knew it would be you. It was like my heart recognized you from a past life. My soul mate of a thousand lifetimes.”

there’s a softness to your love. a gentleness i had only known through the eyes of my father. there is a freedom in safety. i can be anything i want as long as you’re beside me. i’ll never leave you, i’ll never want more. you are the love i have been waiting for.

someone who destroyed your mental health