“I like how our hands seem to have their own conversations, apart from our mouths. I like how we tell things we can’t seem to say out loud. In these spaces between, our fingers meet and they fit. Perfectly. There were no walls. No secrets. I like how our hands knew how to be together at times we can’t seem to.”

“Thank you for misunderstanding me, rejecting me and not seeing me and teaching me to always see myself.”

“Sometimes all you can do is lie in bed and hope to fall asleep before you fall apart.”

“Sometimes you have to forget what you feel, and remember what you deserve.”

“I hope one day we can forgive each other for not being what we wanted each other to be”

“Und wie oft liegst du die ganze Nacht wach, weil du über alles nachdenkst?”

“How many times have you typed “I’m fine.” with shaky fingertips and bloodshot eyes?”

“Don’t force someone to make time for you, if they really want to, they will.”

“My only relief is to sleep. When I’m sleeping, I’m not sad, I’m not angry, I’m not lonely, I’m nothing.”

I have two problems in life: