Nobody is happy all the damn time. It doesn’t work like that. But if you are more happy than sad then maybe you aren’t barely existing

A single fleeting word has the power to make or break a person.

This mix of love and hate, this blend of trust and hurt I have for him is so confusing even I can’t understand it.He leaves, and I break.

He leans towards me for a kiss and our mouths fuse. I explode. I’m all over him, absorbing his warmth and the beat of his heart. It’s like he knows my pain, and he’s trying to erase...