Every time I feel happy for a moment, I wonder when life comes crashing down. And usually it doesn’t take long for something to happen that ruins my perfect moment. Maybe I’m not supposed to be happy. Why?

If you push me away, you’re not gonna find me where you left me. My heart is big, but not big enough to deal with people who decide to love me when it’s convenient for them.

“I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz, or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as one loves certain dark things, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.” -Pablo Neruda

9 times outta 10, “emotionally unavailable” means “emotionally unavailable (to you)”