Love me as if love was all about starting over. Love me stranger like I’ve learned to love myself.
It is nice to listen to my sad music and not be thinking of any single person in particular because the songs no longer overwhelm me elutriate me to tears.
The greatest challenge is not that you can catch me.... It is catching me in such a way to make me never want to leave.
I gave you my friendship.You gave me your booze. I gave you my body. You gave me yourself.
I’ll love you and then lose you, again and again. My heart will break and break, but it will mend.
I hold the memories of you on my phone. Twisted jokes: Textbook conversations: I hold the memory of you on my clothes. It permeates my closet. Reminding me of the past. I hold the memory of you in my heart. It feeds on my innermost thoughts: Corrupts my consciousness. I crave you like I crave [...]
I thought we could be something more than what we turned out to be. Guess it wasn’t meant to be.
What is love? The best way to blog about love is to pick certain aspects or characteristics of love like what being in love is all about, and try to explain them. ....We paint pretty pictures that show some of the conflict of falling in love but never the conflict of actually being in love. I’m convinced that’s because no one, no not one single person, truly knows what the hell romantic love is.
Our bodies meet together like our thoughts. Out in the open. Everything is pure. Untainted by expectation. Heavy laden by exhaustion. We are not controlled by outside forces or demands. It was just us being us. There. Last night,when we were together.
His eyes burn through me. Like scalding hot milk on my skin. How much do you share? Open up now. How much do you give in? Fear the precious time spent on someone. You want to stay, yet you want to run.