Sophia

“I should have kissed her more, you know? I should have held her hand in public more, I should have told her how much I appreciated her. But we never do that with the ones we love, now do we? We always think that we have more time, more kisses, more hands to be held, until suddenly she’s calling you up at 3am to tell you she’s had enough of it. She was worth more than the way I treated her, and now she’s gone.”

“Sometimes I look at you and I can’t understand how someone before me didn’t see what I see, sometimes I look at you and I can’t understand how someone before me didn’t notice a whole beautiful universe hidden within you, sometimes I look at you and I can’t understand how someone before me looked at you and didn’t find every single thing they’d been searching for in a single human being, and sometimes I look at you feeling glad that they didn’t, because if they looked deep enough to see all of those things within you, then I would’ve never been able to.”

“You deserve someone who won’t leave.”

““There are not enough letters or established words in the English alphabet that would even be close to being adequate enough to elucidate the amount of love and affection I have towards you””

“I wish he could see himself the way I do. I wish he could see all the reasons that I fell in love with him because maybe then he’d understand the pain he inflicts every time he says that I deserve more than him, that I’ll find better than him. I could meet a billionaire with a heart of gold and it wouldn’t change a thing because in the end, no one is him. No one is good enough.”

“No one likes showing they’re sad. Ever. But look into her eyes and tell me that she’s not broken.”

“She was a girl with rain in her heart, thunderclouds on her mind and storm-clad wind behind her eyes.”

“Long summer nights with new friends are always fun. Learning about each other in different ways. Getting drunk under the sunset, acting like fools. Being high as the night keeps going on and on forever.”

“I want to make him breakfast on Saturday mornings. I’ll wake him up with kisses, Spongebob, and cinnamon rolls. I want to sing with him in the car. I want to dance together in the morning light and have pillow fights. I want to grocery shop with him. I’d run down the aisle with the cart, him laughing at my childish antics. I want to roll over in the middle of the night and nuzzle into his neck. I want Christmas traditions, baking cookies and decorating the tree. I want to hold his hand in the park. I want to go to bars together. I want to go to the zoo, the aquarium, concerts. I want to play basketball with him, and of course I’d kick his butt (and we’d both pretend he didn’t let me win). I want to laugh with him, kiss him, hold him, have sex with him. I want him.”