Category: wanderlust

I won’t kiss you. It might get to be a habit and I can’t get rid of habits.

Perhaps we were friends first and lovers second. But then perhaps this is what lovers are.

How amazing it is to find someone who wants to hear about all the things that go on in your head.

You deserve good things and I want to be one of them.

people go
but how
they left
always stays

If you don’t imagine, nothing ever happens at all.

I know you’ll never love me but maybe you’ll stay for awhile.

How do we forgive ourselves for all the things we did not become?

In my memory, it doesn’t end. We just stay there, looking at each other, forever.

Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it.