I stumbled upon something and someone so magnificent I was truly blind to it.

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

I remember things like dates down to minutes, what they smelled like, how they walked and how they tug their hands in their pockets. I twine myself in nostalgia of moments and not necessarily the people in them. I long for the idea of the past and occasionally forget the present. I find myself lost in memories, just looking to recreate the moment; forgetting the past is in the past and what we have is now.

Silence is only awkward if one cannot feel a connection with the other.

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

The problem was I always took the blame. But he was wrong. But I thought me taking the blame could fix it.