I don’t want content. I want slight fear. Anxiety. I want a longing devotion for a twist of absence. The feeling of complete isn’t quite pleasing.

I worked with him in a way where there was no need to align. We felt and the feeling was simple but complex. It was the intensity in our grasp and when it was done, it was done.

I didn’t fear you. I feared us. I feared what could have been. I feared what could be. I feared the connection we had between each other. The toxicity because I could grasp the danger.

If I had amnesia, I know I would fall in love with you all over again.

The hard part wasn’t breaking up. The hard part is forcing myself to fall out of love with you.

Some people you’re not meant to get over.