“Home is people. Not a place. If you go back there after the people are gone, then all you can see is what is not there any more.”

“It was toxic. Our relationship was toxic. We loved each other but it was a constant back and forth from bliss to pain and pain to bliss. We couldn’t be the people who we wanted to be. We were too tied up to each other. It didn’t help that we also had to hide from everyone. It was getting harder and harder to breathe. It was suffocating. Our love was real but maybe, it was just not the right time. We needed to love ourselves first. Maybe, one day, we will meet again and never let each other go.”

“I don’t like the way we said goodbye.”

“You don’t think about me the way I think of you, and it’s killing me.”

I know I miss you because it happens in daylight. When I’m driving down a road with a view and the sun is hitting me, I think of how good you’d look beside me. And how great your laugh would sound, joining me when I’m out with friends. Or how much warmer the bed would be with you in it.

“Sometimes I think about the future and I can’t see myself having a job or a family. But then when I look back to when I was younger, I couldn’t see myself doing my A-Levels or driving a car, yet here I am. Just because you can’t imagine it doesn’t mean it won’t happen.”

“I remember feeling a spark when we first met. The expression always confused me, but there was something warm and powerful about our bond that quieted everything else. One day, you left. You vanished from my life like you never had a place at all. I figured no one else would ever compare to you, but I was wrong. Even with the pain from all that we were crashing and burning, there was a connection all its own I couldn’t help but take notice of once you were gone. I met myself again.”

“You could call me right this second and I would still answer as if it was yesterday we last spoke, not months ago.”