“What if I were to wish upon a blood moon that I could have you standing here and I standing there? And when it happens to arrive in eighteen years, that you’ll be there, waiting for me like I’ll be waiting for you. As we did on the night where the moon shined down and I saw you standing in white with eyes that could ignite and a fire which couldn’t quite die.”

“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.”