I still think of you sometimes. You told me I was beautiful once.
I wanted it to be you. I wanted it to be you so badly.
Most days I wish I never met you because then I could sleep at night and I wouldn’t have to walk around with the knowledge there was someone like you out there.
I keep thinking you already know. I keep thinking I’ve sent you letters that were only ever written in my mind.
Her heart sank into her shoes as she realized at last how much she wanted him. No matter what his past was, no matter what he had done. Which was not to say that she would ever let him know, but only that he moved her chemically more than anyone she had ever met, that all other men seemed pale beside him.
I have a million things to talk to you about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning.
Someday someone is going to look at you with a light in their eyes you’ve never seen, they’ll look at you like you’re everything they’ve been looking for their entire lives. Wait for it.
What I’ve learned is that we all build our own universes. It’s made out of the stars and of the people we surround us with. It’s made of the places that have a special meaning to us and it’s made of all the bus stops and parking lots where we’ve spent countless minutes waiting for someone or something. Our universe is a fraction of a big whole. And sometimes, by meeting a special person, our universe expands and when this person leaves, it’s like when stars stops existing. We can still see and feel them but they’re not really there anymore.
I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you.