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

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.

Some people you’re not meant to get over.

One day he’ll realize he is and was wrong. But that’s for him to figure out. You can’t change people or make them realize things they don’t want to see.

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