And I kissed her, I kissed her — her mouth, her ears, her shoulders.

One minute they ache to touch you, the next day they want nothing to do with you. Feelings are a fickle thing. You want answers, you need closure, and now you’re laying awake at night trying to hold yourself together because you allowed yourself to be vulnerable. You are full of love for someone who saw what you had to offer – and they decided they didn’t want it. This, an unbearable version of the many forms of loneliness.

I love you, really. You know I love you. I’ve never loved any one else the way I love you.

Despite all my sickness, I have grown.

“She’s known sadness, and it has made her kind.”

One day, all the love you’ve given away will find it’s way back to you, and it will finally stay.

u like boys or girls?