Playing victim to situations you can walk away from is disrespectful to people who face positions where they can’t.

We weren’t running on fuel, we were running on fumes.

Dating someone who gives you everything you need is frightening because what happens when they leave and you don’t have something?

I wasn’t alive until it was over and that’s when I realized sometimes love isn’t forever. It’s forever instilled in a moment for us to become alive.

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.

Don’t break my heart. Crush it. Destroy it. Let me wallow it until I feel hollow in it. I’ll bash in the pain. I’ll scream your name and then one day I suddenly won’t.