"Do you remember how I hate bananas? Because I remember how you can’t stand slow drivers and you hate how your roommate always leaves the water running in the shower.
And I remember how my heart sank to my feet when you said you thought she was beautiful
It’s always the person they tell you not to worry about and I’m reminding myself that I’m beautiful even if you’re not here to tell me that I am.
And I’m sorry I’m still in love with you
Even if you’ve fallen in love with her.”

"To heal a wound you need to stop touching it.”

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“Of course I love you. I’ve always loved you,” he said, hands tightening on the steering wheel.

She shook her head and the downtown city lights sparked as stars in her eyes. “I don’t mean a routine love. I mean the love where you would stay up to write paragraphs about love for me to wake up to and when wiping my tears wasn’t a chore and when you pressed your lips to mine not due to obligation, but due to the feeling of withdrawal. I want the love that made you think I held the stars in fingertips and the moon in my hands and galaxies in my mind.”

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"i’ve been around long enough to know that the good things never last and your friends are probably telling you that you’re better off without me and my friends are telling me that i could have done better anyways.
but between the words of others and those times we remind ourself to not think about each other and those times we are so occupied by everything but still feel each others names popping up in our minds every fucking time we think we are so busy that how is it fucking possible that we are thinking of each other and how we rotted out and how what we had, the love we had wasn’t enough to outlive us, but silly of me to think that love can out live us i’m 17 and your 18 what do we know about something outliving us fuck people have cars older than us and fuck people have been around double the amount of time we have, how could i have even imagined us outliving love.
no matter what anyone tells us we can’t forget those late night drives on those friday night that we made plans about our futures together, how we saw the world in bright colours with each other by our sides, we both know what we felt was real and real things don’t die out at least never completely.
Those late night drives where id be falling asleep on the passenger seat but id open my eyes to make sure you were okay, i always fucking asked if you were okay i guess me always wanting to know how you felt was my way of saying i love you so much and i guess your way of loving me was driving me home every single time and blasting the heating when i was cold even though you weren’t or changing the song when you knew i didn’t like it. 
we all show our love in different ways maybe thats why things fuck up but one thing i know for sure is that we loved, we loved so fucking much.
it was those text me when you get home and be safe and it was me always telling you to stop changing the songs on your iPod as you were driving. 
no one was there but us two; only we felt what we felt so i don’t care if people say i could do better and you shouldn’t care if people think you’re better off without me, your touch is tattooed to my skin and i never liked the idea of something permanent until i met you,  i tried burning you out with vodka and we all know i hate vodka but the burning sensation in my throat wasn’t strong enough to get you off my mind and i wasn’t drunk enough to forget you all it did was remind me of what we had and how we died so fast.
flowers die when people pick at them, and i guess we were a lot like flowers people picked at what we were and what we had until we died.
i wish i could say our love really died like you fell in love with another girl who looks a little like me but her eyes didn’t light up when she saw you and her smile wasn’t what caught your attention. 
i wish i could say you stopped loving me
but mostly i wish i could say that you would have fought for us maybe thats what makes love outlive people is that they try and try and try until there is no more love to outlive but we are so full of love i guess we can blame it on the timing was wrong and we were too young.”