thefreshhoff

“Friends. I’d convinced myself, That being friends. Was all I needed. All I wanted. But I can’t help it. Help that when you smile, My heart stops. Help that when you laugh, It becomes all I ever want to hear. I’m sorry, I love you.”

“The person I want to be hates the person you made me.”

“How do you go back to being strangers with someone who has seen your soul?”

“And maybe, there’s nothing wrong with you at all. Maybe you were just with the wrong people.”

“I hope it keeps you up at night that you did me so dirty and I did you so right.”

“I admire people who are suited to the contemplative life. They can sit inside themselves like honey in a jar and just be. It’s wonderful to have someone like that around, you always feel you can count on them. You can go away and come back, you can change your mind and your hairdo and your politics, and when you get through doing all these upsetting things, you look around and there they are, just the way they were, just being.”

“it just hurts,“ she whispered. "what do you mean?” “i mean you’ll give so much of yourself to a person and they’ll make you genuinely feel as if they’d do the same” she looked at the ground. “ except they don’t, they never do. out of every person I've eve invested myself into, I’m constantly the one who cares a little more”, she says quietly, “and it hurts.”

“You have to find the right distance between people. Too close, and they overwhelm you, too far and they abandon you.”

““Sometimes, when it’s raining, I think about you. I think about you all the way over there, with all that ocean and all those years between us. I think about if you’re doing well, what your bedroom looks like, if you enjoy your job. I think about the times when there wasn’t any ocean between us and my time was your time. I think about when I knew the answers about you, because they were my answers as much as they were yours. Sometimes, when it’s raining, I wonder if it’s raining where you are too.””