"Sometimes you’re further than the moon. Sometimes you’re closer than my skin"
"The setting never mattered. Wherever I was with you, I heard violins."
"Someday being with him will be a distant memory. This fact makes me sad too. It’s like when someone dies, the initial stages of grief seem to be the worst. But in some ways, it’s sadder as time goes by and you consider how much they’ve missed in your life." -Emily Giffin
"Do you miss flesh? I couldn’t find the words to ask you properly. Not when I meant so much. Do you miss our burning nerves? Your eyes were two daggers I kept somewhere next to my pillow. And thick, anticipating, delicate air."
"I’m done even though you were the one. You get to be my last disaster. I don’t want to make this kind of mistake again, so I’m through with you. You’re not moving up any faster. I don’t want to wait for you to change. You’re always going to stay untogether."
Don’t call me. Don’t dream of me. Don’t try to make it better. You can’t. And i never want to see you again. I hate how the mere mention of your name makes me shake and feel sick. I hate how i gave the best of me to you. Why didnt you call me back? Why did you text me on thanksgiving? Why did you text me that picture on friday morning? I wonder if this has inspired your writing… Did you ever apologize to her? I had never been so sad before you. Because you mattered more than anyone or anything, that’s why it hurt most. You had that power. You crushed me. You always said i was one of the saddest girls you’d ever met. The third saddest, i believe it was…