“How lonely it feels to be next to you.”

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.

The devil on my shoulder has a lot to say about you.

I’ve run out of pain, which is to say, I’ve run out of words.

Let’s kiss under the moon and make the stars jealous.

Almost a year of us not speaking and still, I talk to you every day.

I’ve run out of ways to tell you I hurt.

I don’t look for trouble. I just get lucky.

I wonder what you do with the memories of me.

How terrifying to have my head in agreement with my heart.

Careful your fantasies are showing.

Will you always love me even if you can’t?

You should not overlook the guidelines of your culture. Life is short, and you don’t have time to figure everything out on your own. The wisdom of the past was hard-earned, and your dead ancestors may have something useful to tell you.

It is the last straw that breaks the camel’s back.

True love believes everything, and bears everything, and trusts everything.

How is it so easy for you to be kind to people? he asked. Milk and honey dripped from my lips as I answered cause people have not been kind to me.

The civility which money will purchase, is rarely extended to those who have none.

Circumstance does not make the man; it reveals him to himself.

The strength of a wall is neither greater nor less than the courage of the men who defend it.

It is beautiful to love people in memories rather than love them when they are near.