She's in trouble, but I envy her.

I loved you at your worst, and you were always at your worst. Nothing could stop me. Not even you.

You think being dead inside is bad until someone brings you back to life and stabs you in the chest without the intention of killing you.

I fell for you and I fell hard. You bruised my knees and my heart to the point where I will do everything in my power never to fall for anyone again. It’s safer to stay on your feet. I would rather walk through life completely without love - empty; than crawl through what’s been pumping through my veins one more time.

To me, you were more than just a person. You were a place where I finally felt at home.

Like them you are tall and taciturn, and you are sad, all at once, like a voyage.