You cannot go back in time, even if you wish it with every fiber of your being, your heart and soul, even if you think about it every day. Trust me. I know.
Things just break sometimes. Maybe we should blame that third person we became, that personality we shared together. Maybe it’s their fault because you’re a good person and I think I’m a good person too. We just weren’t made for this.
I Wrote This For You: The Fragments Belong Together (via debilitating
You’re just another story I can’t tell anymore.
I’ve tried to put you down on paper so many times. But you keep getting up.
There are a million ways to bleed. But you are by far my favorite.
I don’t care how many fish there are in the sea. I don’t want a fish. I want you.
If I breathe you in and you breathe me out, I swear we can breathe forever. I swear I’ll find summer in your winter and spring in your autumn and always, hands at the ends of your fingers, arms at the ends of your shoulders and I swear, when we run out of forever, when we run out of air, your name will be the last word that my lungs make air for.
Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You
When I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel, you’re the only person that can remind me.
Great, real, true love should feel like an inside joke that only you and them can laugh at. No matter what the world does to either of you.