“You are going to break your promise. I understand. And I hold my hands over the ears of my heart, so that I will not hate you.”

Maybe one day I’ll look at you and stop aching. I can let the ghost of you go. I can sleep in a bed without feeling the shape of what could have been beside me. I’ll fall asleep without saying your name. I’m sorry for all the letters. All the things I shouldn’t have said. The heart I laid at your feet, the door I always kept open. If you’re sure you won’t come home I’ll close it now. I’ll keep my eyes from the rear view. I’ll try and say I won’t look back. I know you won’t be standing there. To you I’m already gone. Somehow, that became okay.

The saddest part about missing you is knowing that you don’t miss me, not even one bit.

Freddie Mercury's cats

Me: “I don’t need sex”

“He put me through hell and I called it love.”

“Possibly one day, we can meet again. Maybe it still exists for us, perchance, between the fountains we met or in the warm coffee shop I still talk about. Perhaps it will be the day we finally figure out what it is we want from this lifetime, when we are rational and sensible not just to others but ourselves. I’d like to imagine that when that day comes, you’d still remember what it was like to try and steal the kiss and I’d be reminded of the urge I had to fight to do it first. It will be by happenstance that we’d be at the same place, at the same time, once again.”