dwight, you ignorant slut

“And,“ she said, “if you have someone who stays up with you in the middle of the night to make sure you’re okay - somebody who answers your calls at 2 or 3 or 4am - someone who listens to your sobs, or your silence, or your words with patience, you have somebody who loves you. And you’re lucky for it. And no matter how dark things get, you shouldn’t forget that.”

You never apologized to me for hurting me, but I apologized to you 12 times for being angry about it.

A sea of whiskey couldn’t intoxicate me as much as a drop of you

Although we’ll never admit it, we can’t seem to let each other go.

I was so fucking soft for you and you ruined me.

I feel guilty when I kiss someone other than you, even though I know there’s no reason to since you and me are ‘just friends’.

Oh but you see, I knew he didn’t love me. Unfortunately, that wasn’t enough to change how I feel.

Even before you touched me, I belonged to you; all you had to do was look at me.