Part of Your World

Because sometimes family isn’t what you’re born into. Sometimes family is found.

Hurting someone I loved whose only crime had been unconditionally loving me back?

I bawled into my pillow like a baby. And when I was done, I blocked her number so she could never do this to me again.

There’s something more final than forever. It’s never. Never is infinite.

It was amazing that one season of someone could paint over a lifetime.

hen doing the right thing would start to feel like the right thing.

She made me leave five minutes later.

I’d fallen in love with a tourist.

Daniel was walking toward me with flowers.

Love follows you. It goes where you go. It doesn’t know about social divides or distance or common sense. It doesn’t even stop when the person you love dies. It does what it wants.

Even if what you want is to not be in love.