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I killed

“I have loved you since way before you were born,”

“My soul was in torment, but now—the moment I’m with you—I’m fully relaxed.”

“How can you say you love one person when there are ten thousand people in the world that you would love more if you ever met them? But you’ll never meet them. All right, so we do the best we can. Granted. But we must still realize that love is just the result of a chance encounter.”

“I am desperately trying to write the next chapter when I haven’t finished the current one. I’m skipping words, lines, entire pages. I’m not ready and it’s beginning to show.”

Loneliness is a cruel tormentor. It will make you go running to people who broke you before and will make you believe that the same won’t happen again. It will push you into the arms of someone who doesn’t deserve to hold you. It will make you think that you deserve someone who loves their self more than you. It will make you feel like you deserve the inevitable pain that will come from chasing people who will never appreciate you. It will make you blame yourself when others treat you badly and convince you to forgive the unforgivable. It will make you chase people who aren’t enough to deserve your love or know how valuable it truly is. Loneliness will make you break your own heart.