Brianna Galletta

She told me that she wrote about her life; about me; about us. I laughed it off, I didn’t believe her and she didn’t mind. She always said,‘Sometimes memories are the only things that help us differentiate between now and then.’ I finally understand what she was saying. She talked so much, but I fell in love with every single word she uttered, every single one of them. I was never a great listener but when she spoke, I felt like these are the words that people thrive for, the quotes people keep on reposting, repeating and memorizing. When she spoke, it was exhilarating to me, her words are pure bliss. She is a fantastic writer, to me even her ramblings are perfection. Even the way she gave witty replies, cracked jokes, and went along with our banters; she always did those with such passion and zeal - her infectious laughter induces giggles all around the area. She truly is mystical, not just to me, but to the world.

I think we feel empty because we left the pieces of ourselves in everyone we love and they ended up leaving with our fragments, disappearing from our lives.

You never broke me, you know? When you broke my heart, you unknowingly taught me to stand on my own two feet. You taught me I could love someone through absence, indifference and distance, you showed me that love doesn’t necessarily need to be returned to be in invincible. You saved me. And for that, thank you.

Why did I love him? Because he was predictable. I knew him too well. I knew his next words when we teased, or which days he wouldn’t bring me coffee. I always knew where to find his backpack when he lost it (this happened far too often). I knew what days he would decide to take his pills, and what days he shouldn’t have. I knew how he’d fix his hair before seeing him, or how many kisses id receive by lunch. I knew him I knew him I knew him. And I don’t know you.

If you are not willing to risk it all then you don’t want it bad enough

I swear I’m a happy person. But even the sun can be overwhelmed by a thunderstorm.

There is a difference between someone telling they love you and them actually loving you