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

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.

How lonely it feels to be next to you.

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.

Love lifts us high, higher than we ever dreamed. And the higher you go, the higher the fall when it’s over.

Half of me is missing and what’s left is missing you.

One day I will cease to exist. But all my life I will love you.

Day after day, the echoes of losing you resonate in my bones.

It hurts that I was just one page in the book of your life. But what hurts more is knowing you’ll revise that chapter someday, and you’ll erase me completely.

But if we could have been together, what would there be to dream of?

Stranger than fiction is the fiction that you are a stranger to me.

I miss the me I was with you.