There’s is nothing more beautiful than the words that escape a person’s mouth when they are in a state of love. Destroy that love, and their mouths will be silenced for eternity.
The boy altered the course of a river and petted a dragon and built a house of rubies as these were the only three wishes of his beloved. The girl still chose another guy over him because she had a fourth wish of breaking someone’s heart.
On a fine August day love grew between them.
On a fine November day, love was lost and they became each other’s nobody.
I said that you should leave LA because it’s what you want to do. What I meant is: I love you more than I love having you.
Some people suggested that I move to another town. But there’s a strange comfort in going alone all the places we used to go together: it proves you’re not necessary for this world and this life to exist.
When she thought about him, The Great Thing That Never Was, she could observe herself dissolving into a completely unpredictable mass of emotions and raw nerves. If she saw him again, would she say, “Fuck you,” or ignore him completely, or throw her arms around his neck?
I loved you, but then you broke my heart. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to forgive you for that.
Lying in bed last night she tearfully asks me, “If I hadn’t told you I loved you, would you have still slept with Tasha?”
This morning I think that if it hadn’t been so damn good, I might feel guiltier.
I looked down at the last sentence I had written on the damage report. “In retrospect, breaking up with her while driving wasn’t exactly the best idea.”
Our eyes catch. My heart fights to get away.