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I closed my eyes into the kiss. I love your kiss. Everything's sorted, and obvious, and understood, and civilised, your kiss says. It's a shut-eye lie, I know it is, because the music I didn't know before I knew you makes me open my eyes in a place of no sentimentality, where light itself is a kind of shadow, where everything is fragment-slanted.

This is me accepting that you're leaving. it's my acknowledgement that there's no further argument to make, no angle left to take, no plea or bargain I could wager that could get you to change your mind and stay. This is my subtle resignation to our downfall. This is the crack running between our two hearts that turned into a valley and engulfed us. It's my acceptance of all I couldn't bridge.

Because the word "Maybe" is the slowest form of torture that you possibly could have settled on, dragging out a hope that died a long ago despite your stark refusal to bury it. Because maybe doesn't mean, "This may happen."

I am not kissing her because I want to, and I am not kissing her because I need to - I am kissing her for a reason that transcends want and need, that feels elemental to our existence, a molecular component on which our universe will be built.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s this: We all want everything to be okay. We don’t wish so much for fantastic or marvelous or outstanding. We will happily settle for okay, because most of the time, okay is enough.

She is so lost in her sadness that she has no idea how visible it is.

Oh my goodness I am loving this!

Lovers:
Promising each other not to take the vital parts,
While even as they mutter it, they're giving up their hearts

You are the flame, not the moth. And your job is to burn with conviction.

You are a blazing, roaring fire in a world full of people who've been burnt.