“You know that I am poison to your soul, and yet you take my hand and kiss every inch of my skin. You devour me with your love like I am nothing but a cure to you.”

“It’ll be weird seeing her again. It’ll be like revisiting a memory that you thought you’d forgotten. Her hair will be longer, or shorter, her hair will have changed; hair always does. Her eyes will be the same. Hearing her voice will be like going back to the place you used to live and noticing the new curtains. Being close to her will be strange. She’ll say something like, “you look well,” and you’ll reply with a, “thanks, you too.” And it’ll feel like death, like an iron fist around your heart. And then she’ll point to your shirt and say, “is that new?” and you won’t have the heart to say you bought it seven months ago after she left, so instead you say, “I haven’t worn it around you before.” When she emits a small laugh you’ll feel the tiniest ounce of pride. She still finds you funny. When she’s telling you about her new life you’ll find your mind wandering into places you didn’t think mattered anymore. Places like, was she in love now and was she being treated well? Places like, did she ever miss you, and in and amongst all of her living did she ever consider coming back?”

Learn to be alone and to like it. There’s nothing more freeing and empowering than learning to like your own company.

It’s about who you miss at 2 in the afternoon when you’re busy, not 2 in the morning when you’re lonely.

Eventually soulmates meet, for they have the same hiding place.

We are meant to meet, But not meant for each other. What a sad story.

What do you say when you’re not enough to make someone stay?

When we first met, I had no idea you’d become this important to me.

It’s very strange that the people you love are often the people you’re most cruel to.