#s.z.

"If one day you wake up and you no longer care about me, say so over our morning coffee and I will let you leave. I will not ask you why. I will not ask you to stay one more night. I will give you a small smile and say that it is okay, that people lose feelings for all sorts of reasons, and that I will survive. If it comes to it, just say so. You should stay because you want to. You should leave if you need to."

I hope we last, I hope we do. But if we don't, This is how I want you to remember me: I want you to remember me curled up, listening to the sound of your heartbeat, And tracing maps across your skin. Remember me laughing at your jokes, Even the stupid ones. Remember me in hysterics, For absolutely no reason, And in tears because one time you made me so sad, Neither of us thought I could recover. Remember me brave, That time you held my hand, And I thought I was going to die. Remember me scared, And gentle, And delicate, And breakable. Only for you though, Only for you. Remember me happy, And all the ridiculous ways I tried to get your attention. Remember the way I was too stubborn to talk to you, And how insane it drove the both of us. Remember all the firsts, And how they were so delightful. We went back for seconds, And thirds, And fourths. Remember the songs you couldn't stop listening to, And the childish dreams you allowed yourself about the future. If it's any consolation, I allowed myself to have them too. If it comes to it, I don't want you to remember the ending. Remember the beginning. Remember the first time you knew.

'Perhaps the worst thing to realise', she said, 'is that you didn't mean as much to someone as you thought.'

I wasn’t sure if I was falling in love or going mad,” she said. “I suppose sometimes there isn’t any difference.