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“tell me a secret” “like what?” “i don’t know anything i cant possibly know everything about you” “okay my secret is i’m afraid” “afraid of what?” (“i’m afraid of you of how much i love you of how much you mean to me because i’m afraid that you’ll get tired of me or decide i’m too much to handle that i’m not worth it anymore i’m afraid that you’ll realize i don’t deserve you that you can do better than settling for me and even though i want you to be different i’m afraid that you’ll end up like everyone else i’m afraid that you’re the best thing to ever happen to me and i’m so afraid of messing it up”) “i’m afraid of the dark” “really?” “yeah there’s just something about the unknown that really gives me anxiety”

“How do I heal a wound that’s still being cut? How do I outrun a knife that follows me wherever I go?”

“Perhaps, somewhere, someday, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again.”

“It passes, but it does not pass away.”

Like we're characters written in someone's story

“Throw me to the flowers; i’ll rest amongst the leaves, and gather pollen in my hair to gift the passing bees. I’ll watch the clouds drift and the birds meander way up high, and wonder what it’s like to soar through everlasting sky.”