The Dead Romantics

by Ashley Poston

“I guess if everyone found their big love, then the world wouldn’t be such a terrible place most of the time, eh?”

Because here, sitting in the dark with both my mascara and my nose running, he thought I was beautiful? At my worst, selfish and needy and cold?

You are beautiful, Florence :)

I began to realize that love wasn’t dead, but it wasn’t forever, either. It was something in between, a moment in time where two people existed at the exact same moment in the exact same place in the universe.

Love wasn’t a whisper in the quiet night. It was a yelp into the void, screaming that you were here.

“Everything that dies never really goes. In little ways, it all stays.”