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

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.

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.

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.

A soulmate who wasn’t meant to be.

We started with a hi and ended with a lie.

Sometimes, healing hurts.

Sadness is great, the parting is a pain, yet in this pain lives the promise of reunion.

My sadness is that you broke your promise.

Fear is a mirror. You have to face it until it breaks.

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

The only thing that changed about you is me.