I wasn’t crying because I miss him or anything relevant to him. I was crying because I’m afraid I will never find anything else, or anyone else. I’m tired of being lonely.

This dream catcher keeps pictures of us out of my head when I sleep but I almost miss them.

You’re so full of shit. Anytime something goes wrong you try and put the blame on someone else. You’re just perfect aren’t you?

You’re him. You’re that one guy I will take back every time. No matter what.