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Once, I saw a bee drown in honey, and I understood.

Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.

You broke me, but I still look at you as if you put the stars in the sky and the beat in my heart.

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.

It eventually gets better, without any sort of explanation; you just wake up one morning and you’re not as upset anymore.

When you are happy, you enjoy the music. When you are sad, you understand the lyrics.

You’re under no obligation to be the same person you were five minutes ago.

I can’t talk about it because if I talk about it that means it matters. If it matters that means it’s real, and if it’s real that means it’s going to hurt.