I want to tell you this story without having to confess anything, without having to say that I ran into the street to prove something, that he didn’t love me.

I need you more than want you and i want you for all time. Im lost and weird without you here

Love doesn't make things nice, It ruins everything. It brakes your heart. It makes things a mess. We aren't here to make things perfect. The snowflake is perfect. The stars are perfect. Not us. Not us. We are here to ruin ourselves and to break our hearts and love the wrong people and die.