“I loved him to death. Then I came to realization with how arrogant he was and instead of falling out of love, I fell harder. Every passing day I fell a little harder, a little faster, and a little sadder. I became anxious, obsessive, hurt, and sad. But one morning I awoke to realize I fell out of it. I loved him. I still do. But I was in love with him until the death of the relationship. Now I just love him. From afar. From the knowledge. From the happiness an individual gave me.”

“And sometimes being in love is not enough to make it work.”

“I knew I’d be troubled, but who knew awhile meant forever?”

“And I went into the new year loving myself a little less, but a little more where it actually mattered.”

“Hallucinations aren’t always out of the ordinary. How do we know we’re not hallucinating if everything seems plausible?”

“I love you, but I’m more in love with myself and that’s the problem.”

“He wasn’t a good person, but I painted him to be and since I painted it, I believed it.”

“He wasn’t my boyfriend, but he was something. Someone who made a positive impact on my life regardless of the negative. He changed my perspective for the better and made me who I am in this very second. I appreciate, cherish, and thank him for it; and I will for this life and into any life that may come.”

“I smell him in intervals, in varieties, in ways I don’t quite understand.”

“I touched him. From brain to body, in ways I couldn’t quite understand. But he did and for him, that was all that mattered.”

“People love the facade of a perfection relationship because perfection seems alluring. What they don’t realize is perfection is terrifying.”