In a perfect world, you could fuck people without giving them a piece of your heart. And every glittering kiss and every touch of flesh is another shard of heart you’ll never see again.
How I can miss someone’s touch and heartbeats as much as yours everytime I go to bed alone leaves me freezing even though I am drowning under the thick covers.
Missing someone is hard, but having them standing next to you and not being able to find the words to tell them how much you’ve missed them is torture.
Anxiety is love’s greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.
Sometimes you just have to jump out the window and grow wings on the way down.