“I wonder what you do with the memories of me.”

Because a broken heart still beats.

Have you heard the rumors about us? I kind of love them.

You introduced me to secrets.

What a magical spell those stars cast, making us believe we were written for them.

I have nothing to say and I can’t help but think that says a lot.

I prefer daydreams to those at night. It’s more fun to use my hands.

Sure, we could have kept going, but the chance of finding a gas station was zero.

You were all I ever wanted and nothing I could have.

Every day we don’t speak is one day closer to the day we will.

How beautiful she is to have tears as unapologetic as the rain.

I’m not looking at my phone. I’m looking for you.

How lonely it is with tears and heartbreak for company.

Whether this ends in a moment or forever, I will carry you always.

I will never let go of your letters; the last tangible pieces of you.

You chose me to forget her and I chose you to love.

Whisper it to me in poetry.

After you, no one has really stayed. Maybe it’s because I look for you in everyone else.

And every person you love breaks your heart is that why you call love so hard?

Maybe admitting you need a break will give someone else the space to take one too.

It sucks to lose everything your heart beats for.

On my silent days, I miss you a little louder.

Come back. These broken pieces couldn’t beat anymore.

I wish I had a time-turner so that I could spend a little more time with you. You left too soon, you left too fast.

If you love a person you will not interfere with his personal life. You would not dare to break the boundaries of his inner world.