"I want to be your favorite place to go when you’ve had a bad day or a good day."
"It’s alright, I tell myself. It’s alright that you kiss her now, that you touch her now, that you love her now. It’s ok that you don’t think about me anymore, that memories of me have been faded away from your vision, that you’ve forgotten you loved me once. But it’s not alright that I miss you, that I still love you. It’s not alright that I’m still hurting because by god, I deserve more. I should be fucking happy, too."