“You only loved me in your loneliness.”

When you have all this love to give but you’re not the one they want to be loved by.

The more I spoke of it, the faster it slipped away from me.

Love me hard or leave me, quickly.

A kiss in a dream, so vivid, it is mistaken for a memory.

If people are their deepest thoughts and darkest secrets, I’m convinced that no one really knows anybody.

I love you, selflessly. From afar, through tears, and in my loneliness.

They might even love you back but that doesn’t mean that you’re meant to be together.

If I wasn’t worthy of explanation, you aren’t worth being remembered.

I have touched you in dreams, wishing to kiss you on the other side of it.

Note to self: stop being so soft, remember what he did and move along.

His laugh sounds an awful lot like my happiness.

Drank about you last night, hungover you this morning.

I’m a romantic and that’s the tragedy.

If only you could hold my heart and understand what you left behind.

If only I could kiss you as often as I think about it.

I must have loved you before, in another life, beyond a dream, across centuries.

Loneliness passes through whoever makes the right decisions in life.

I love you, selflessly. From afar, through tears, and in my loneliness.

Loneliness is still inevitable, it must be accepted as a part of yourself.

Loneliness overflows you with anxiety and overthinking.

Loneliness overflows you with anxiety and overthinking.

Lonely is different from alone.

I am alone, I thought, and they are everybody.

I have always wished someone to look right through all my struggles without me having to utter a word.