a person who begins to learn only late in life.

I can’t promise to solve all your problems but I can promise that you won’t have to face them alone.

you want to die for love, you always have.

“I’m sorry about the blood in your mouth, I wish it was mine”

You keep me awake with butterflies roaming around my stomach.

You could drown in those eyes, I said,      so It’s summer, so it’s suicide, so we’re helpless in sleep and struggling at the bottom of the pool.

What I like best is the unwritten poem. It’s like having a crush on somebody, nothing asked for but imagination— a smile, a few accidental touches: pulling on my tie, leaning down so close I smell the poem’s perfume in her long hair she’s shaking out on our bright silences.

I want to tell you everything. I like you, I love the way you throw your head back when you laugh, I only learned how to ride a bike when I was 11, I loved the way you danced with me, I get scared of thunderstorms sometimes, I felt my heart jump when you put your hand on my waist, I don’t know who I am sometimes, I miss you.

Have you ever just looked at someone while they’re doing something small like driving or laughing and just smile bc u like them so much.

My entire life can be described in one sentence: It didn’t go as planned, and that’s okay.

It’s not fair how quickly you left It’s not fair we never got to say goodbye So much of this is not fair But I’m trying here

We find a place for what we lose. Although we know that after such loss the acute stage of mourning will subside, we also know that we shall remain inconsolable and will never find a substitute. No matter what may fill the gap, even if it be filled completely, it nevertheless remains something else.