“i thought maybe if i met someone else that i'd be able to stop thinking about you, but it didn't work. nothing works. when i'm with them, i wish it was you. when they laugh or talk, i can't help but compare them to your voice or your laugh. it's always been you; it'll always be you, angel.”
―
Kirsty Moseley,
The Boy Who Sneaks in My Bedroom Window
