Sorry To Be So Cynical, But This

This Is What A Memorial Is: Standing Still, Staring At Something That Isn’t Ther

There Is No Word For Our Kind Of Friendship. Two People Who Don't See Each Other A Lot, But Can Make Each Other Effortlessly Happy

We Found Out A Long Time Ago That We Weren’t Meant To Fall In Love With Each Other. But A Part Of Me Still Fell In Hope With Him.

I Barely Notice Colors Unless I Taste Them. Not The Yellows Or The Greens. I Taste The Deeper Blues. The Darker Reds.

Life Tells You To Take The Elevator, But Love Tells You To Take The Stairs.