It Is War Now, And Armies Need

Things Change After You Die, Though, I Guess Because Dying Is The Loneliest Thing You Can Do.

The Secret Is,” I Say, Whispering Right Into His Ear, “that Yours Was The Best Kiss I’ve Ever Had In My Life.” “but I’ve Never Kissed You,” He Whispers Back. Around Us The Rain Sounds Like Falling Glass. “not Since Third Grade, Anyway.” I Smile, But I’m Not Sure If He Can See It. “better Get Started, Then,” I Say, “because I Don’t Have Much Time.

I Need Him To Know That I Came For Him. I Need Him To Know That Somehow, At Some Point In The Tunnels, I Began To Love Him.

You Should Only Fall In Love With People Who Will Fall In Love With You Back.

There Are Some Losses We Never Get Over.