“I would sift through every woven thought in your lovely mind just to ensure that I have a place somewhere in it.”

story of my life

“This heart has run out of space to store further wreckage.”

“Pour water over each wound. What about the wound inside me, the wound I was born into? Where do I pour when I am the wound? I am what wounds me.”

it's me , hi , i am the problem it's me

“You coldly say you’re sorry, as if the trauma was inflicted by accident, without regret or sincerity. If you were able to hurt me with such brutal force, why is it so difficult for you to apologize with the same conviction?”

“We were fleeting seconds that had the luck of intersecting and creating something momentarily special.”

“I wanted to say something between a whisper and a prayer”

“That was one of the saddest things about people—their most important thoughts and feelings often went unspoken and barely understood.”