Maybe there’s a universe where we fall asleep next to each other every night like spoons, like two innocent bunnies — my face buried in your neck, hugging your warmth — and we both don’t want anything or anybody else. Where we don’t want more, we just want each other.

Perfect love is like a blossom that fades so quick, when it’s blowing up a storm in May

Missing someone gets easier everyday because even though you are one day further from the last time you saw them, you are one day closer to the next time you will.