When you hear the sound of the rain kissing the pavement, and the waves having an affair with the shore—darling, that’s probably just my heart trying to find unworldly ways to let you know it’s breaking.

“Do you like him?” “I don’t want to.” “But you do?” “I do.”

GET TO KNOW YOUR CHARACTER BETTER: 

I’m still bitter to the thought of someone else tracing circles into your back.

He smiled at her. And it hit her like a mallet to the temple, the realization that she was in love with him. Stupidly, dreadfully in love with him. Overnight, she’d become a fool.

I laid an atlas out in front of you and said “pick a city.” You smiled at me and the ink bled into your hands where you touched it. What I didn’t say was, pick a city where I can hold those hands. Where we can walk the streets and people will only stare because your fingers are the land and mine are the sea and they’re finally coming together. Where people won’t look twice, simply because you are a girl and I am a girl and didn’t Aristophanes once say that humans are two halves of a whole? No one should call us wrong for being brave enough to let our hearts wander and return to a person who feels like home.

April Fool's day is coming