You are my kryptonite.
I said I’ve moved on.
But who am I kidding?
You… you are my weakness.
You dont realize your power over me.
You could rule my world, like honestly
Why dont you realize?
I love you, I still am.
"I miss you. I do." She whispered over the phone.
"But if I spend all of my time waiting for you, whole seasons will pass without me noticing, and you may be beautiful, but you will never be more beautiful than the first snowflakes of winter or the summer light cascading through the windows."
"I could wait for an eternity if only I knew you were coming," she said, "But time is precious, and darling you are not worth the spring blossoms. You are not worth the autumn leaves.""
"He’s not mine," she said. "And I don’t think he ever will be."
"And maybe that’s a good thing because things are never how you imagine and having expectations only ever sets you up for disappointment."
"But I can’t help but wonder what lying in his arms would be like," she told the sky, "I can’t help but imagine being close enough to feel his breath on mine and his skin on my skin."
She closed her eyes and felt the wind run it’s fingers through her hair, and imagined he was beside her.
"He’s going to kill me you know," she whispered to the moon,"he’s going to commit murder and the worst part is he won’t even know it.""
— Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #43 (via blossomfully)