this too shall pass

My life is nothing but room for you,’ I said. ‘It could never be filled by anyone but you.

Not a day passes that I do not see ourselves, you and me, as we were when we met first. Every day of my life I see that.

I exist too much, I feel too much, think too much. Reality is crushing the life out of me.

And I have one of those very loud, stupid laughs. I mean if I ever sat behind myself in a movie or something, I’d probably lean over and tell myself to please shut up.

Your heart and my heart are very, very old friends.

And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.

Please know there are much better things in life than being lonely or liked or bitter or mean or self-conscious. We are all full of sh*t. Go love someone just because; I know your heart may be badly bruised, or even the victim of numerous knifings, but it will always heal, even if you don’t want it to; it keeps going. There are the most fantastic, beautiful things and people out there, I promise. It is up to you to find them.

You’re not in love with me, not really, you just love the way I always made you feel. Like you were the centre of my world. Because you were. I would have done anything for you.

You have to meet people where they are, and sometimes you have to leave them there.