I tell myself that this is okay, but I realize that I don’t have to. This is what I want. Him. Me. Closer

Love doesn’t exist, you see. It’s just another shadowy figure that goes bump in the night.

I want to tell him I love him; I try to say the words I feel in my gut and my heart and every inch of me. But nothing comes out.

Monsters can live inside a person. Sometimes they know about it. More often they don’t.

Evolve? Like a Pokemon?’ I have no idea why I say this. I think I’m kind of going into shock, and the first thing that pops into my head when he says evolve is Charmander...

Monsters never truly go away. They claw their way to the surface again eventually.

Lies are like poison. If you get a little but in your system, it spreads until it destroys you.

Love is a monster.

Some monsters disguise themselves so well you don’t realize that they’re monsters until it’s too late. You check all of the usual places: under the bed, in the closet, behind the shower curtain, around that...