" I wanted you to tell me that you were sorry; that you would miss our long drives, playing our favorite songs too loud, watching old movies, talking about our favorite authors, laughing at the smallest of things, staying up too late. I wanted you to tell me that you would miss holding my hand and the feel of my heart beating against your own. I wanted you to tell me all of these things, but you didn’t. And I still wonder if you think about me. If you think about my skin, my hair, the way I used to smile when I saw your face. I don’t think you do, but I still like to wonder. "
" do not fall in love with people like me.
i will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. i will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. and when i leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people "