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“It is quite unbelievable that there will be people that I will love unconditionally that I have not met yet. Somewhere out there, in a supermarket or singing in the shower, there are souls that have not touched mine yet but will, eventually.”

“I’m planning the funeral before either of us even curl up under the dirt in your backyard and let grass grow from the cracks in our lips and you’re in my bedroom and you love me and I’m marking down the days on my calendar till you don’t I should be so happy but I’ve been bleeding in advance I’ve always been one to plan ahead so I’ve got our heartbreak playing out in my head and I can feel it in my stomach like it’s already happened ten times over”

“I want that undeniable kind of love when your mom asks about me I hope your cheeks turn pink and you have to keep your lips pressed shut because if you open your mouth you won’t be able to keep from telling her how fucking in love you are the kind of love you wear on all of your clothes even on your skin and between strands of hair the kind of love everyone can see, even when the two of us are on opposite sides of the room the kind of love that you can see in pictures and hear in my voice I want my voice to sound like love I want strangers to speak to me and think “wow, she’s in love.” I hope you never bite me out of the tips of your fingernails or rinse me out of your hair I hope you never shrug me off or tell your dad that we’re only friends because I’ve had that kind of love love that you can brush under the carpet when you need to the kind of love that disappears while you kiss her but comes back the second you see me I don’t want the kind of love that you can ignore, I want that in your fucking face, in your mouth, in your hair, in your teeth, on your sleeves kind of love.”

“Drive love down the highway there and back, 5 hours each way and love runs out of gas and burns holes in your pockets, and your heart. Put love on a plane. Lovesick. Send love through the phone, and it gets caught in the twisted wires around birds ankles. Pack up love and bring it to another country, amour, amor, amore, and it looks the same but there’s something a little different in the way it spills from lips. Sail love across the sea and it’ll drown in the waves. Time differences keep love awake, and love gets tired after time. And sometimes it doesn’t wake up. Send love in the mail and it’ll get lost. Write love in love letters and the ink will bleed, and so will you.”

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