"There will be days where my heart seems to be full and I’ll constantly remind you that you’re the greatest thing that has happened to me. Just know on the days when my heart seems empty and my eyes wander away from our conversations over wine and couch cuddling— my sentiments will always stay the same. Just because I doubt myself and have to allow myself to indulge in day terrors of my potential failure doesn’t mean I will love you any less. In fact, I will love you more because I know you anchor me in reality."
— Thought Catalog, The Type of Love I Can Offer
"Don’t tell me that you love me, because anyone can tell me that. Tell me that I make you tear up with anger and frustration, but at the end of the day you still want to lay down next to me, put your arms around me, and sleep."
"My body has bruises from the words you told me."
I used to know you so damn well.
And I like to believe parts of me still do,
and probably always will.
I know the curves of your face,
and the different browns in your eyes,
the way you fidget and blink when you’re tired,
and how ticklish you’ve been since you were four.
And that is why I’m so afraid of growing older and growing apart,
because I know that, one day, some day,
I will see you again.
And when I do,
I know that you will look at me and smile faintly.
But will that be because you know me
or because you remember me?