I no longer believed in the idea of soul mates, or love at first sight. But I was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life, if you were lucky, you might meet someone who was exactly right for you. Not because she was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close. I’m

I would rather break my own heart then yours

I swear the only thing your good at is fucking with my feelings

It’s crazy that I love you and you don’t even know it

But if you leave, you can I’ll remember You, though.. I remember everyone that leaves

There’s 7 billion 47 million people on the planet and I still feel like my life doesn’t matter to anyone

I can’t act like I don’t feel anything for you

It’s difficult for me to imagine the rest of my life without you. But I suppose I don’t have to imagine it… I just have to live it

I really hate to think that one day we’ll stop talking and you’ll find someone better then me…

Though I forget things about me all the time, I never forget a thing about you…

I just…I just miss her. And I hate being so alone.

I wish it was you here.

Instead of him.

Fuck.

I still remember the days you came home, how happy I was.

I fucking adored you.

I still revisit those memories now. Then I remember you are gone.

I have never felt more alone.

I think of the women.

The women I’ve touched. The women who’ve touched me. The women whose bodies are now so far from mine. The bodies I grasped, pulled inward, knew intimately. The bodies I drew warmth from.

I remember these bodies vividly. I see flashes of their hips, their thighs, their belly buttons. It all happens at once. All of it. 

It’s us - when we wereus.

It seems so drastic, to shift from exchanging breath to exchanging glances. When did we stop breathing into each other?

I knew that the marks I left on your skin wouldn’t last. But I can’t help but see you without clothing or inhibition. Maybe that’s why you avoid me. Because your skin still stretches too thin. 

Because I still seeyou.

- my chemical romance - give ‘em hell kid -

You re not as cool as u used to be.

Barcelona, 2019