Because I might not always have you but I'll have the feeling of you for the rest of my life

This is why it hurts the way it hurts.

You have too many words in your head. There are too many ways to describe the way you feel. You will never have the luxury of a dull ache.

You must suffer through the intricacy of feeling too much.

The sun still, surprisingly, came up and shone down onto the cold, metal leftovers. No loud noises. No screams. No breaking glass. Just silence and sunshine. You would be forgiven for thinking that this all happened on another planet. It didn’t.

Being gifted doesn’t mean you’ve been given something. It means, you have something to give.

The little things you forget, kill me.

You’re just another story I can’t tell anymore.