"7 days. An eternity of not that long. 7 days ago, there was an “us” of sorts. 7 days ago, we shared a bed, some words, a lot of silence. 7 days later, it’s you and I. 7 days later, we’ve shared fewer words, and even more silence.
7 days ago, I was willing to make an attempt. 7 days later, I have nothing left to say.
I wish I could say I was surprised…but that is never the case."
"My advice to you is this: put some armor around that gooey little heart of yours."
— Liberal Arts
"I’m so in love with my best friend. The fullness of it almost breaks my heart.
I should know better."
"I keep waiting for it to hurt. I keep waiting for the anger to blossom. I keep waiting for the disappointment in myself for allowing you to waste so much of my time.
It hasn’t yet manifested.
I wonder when the other shoe will drop, when the armor plating will turn solid, when I will finally freeze you out.
I should have known better than to believe in a mere mortal when I have experienced Gods and monsters."
"I am always saying things to you…in my head. I will never voice them where you can hear, write them where you might read them. It’s not just because I don’t want to face your reaction and response to them. Yes, the unpredictable, or the mostly predictable scare me. It’s more than that. Saying or writing these things, taking them out of my head, and putting them into the world, allowing the universe to take them, makes them true. I haven’t yet made peace with the fact that I want them to be true. I don’t know that I can accept that of myself. I don’t know that I want to accept the implications. I may be happier in my empty stasis."
"You were always the writing project I thought about, meant to start. Words trapped, unspoken, like the tears beneath my lids. It should’ve split free. Things might have been different. I cannot speak to the what ifs. I will not carry the weight of those possible futures. It does not stop it from hurting. It does not stop me from wanting. The ache still sits, left of centre, waiting."
"You don’t miss me. Stop pretending/lying. You miss what I stood for. You miss the archetype I represent. You have no real idea of who I am. You only ever saw one side.
The same way I don’t miss you. I can’t. I have no idea of who you really are. I miss my projection of you, and what it stood for - but I also know I can break it down, and find elements of it in other people.
We’ll both survive this - if you just let me go."
"Howard Roark. Dominique Francon. That’s what it should be like. You just aren’t strong enough to restore my faith, to catch me when I break, to hurt me the ways I need to hurt.
It’s okay. You’ll get it some day."
"I’m going to compare everyone to you. Almost all will come up short in some way. One, however, will blow me away. I can wait. It’ll be worth it. For now, however, it’s back to frog kissing"
"I miss you, just a little bit. I’m allowed that. What we shared was powerful and unique. Nothing can compare to it. It doesn’t means I’m ever coming back. I want something different."