excerpt from a book i’ll never write #28

It was only one night, but his hands running down her back and his lips on her neck seem to be a broken record in her head. It’s not that she misses his smell or the spark of his skin on hers; she craves touch. Any touch. She craves the touch of his arm on hers or their fingers laced. She misses the touch of his breath on her ear as he whispers sweet nothings. But a “he” is just that, and any he will do, and it’s one thing to be alone but another to be lonely. It’s 1:05 in the morning and she’s drunk but he’s the only one on her mind. And him, and him too. Her head spins and her ears are ringing with the words she should have screamed aloud a long time ago, but the worst thing about falling to pieces is that humans do it so quietly. No one hears her heart crack or the soft patter of dripping blood on new, white sheets, and no one can hear her mismatched breaths as she tries to find someone a little better than him. She’s lying in her bed, in her house, and all she wants to do is go home.


excerpt from a book i’ll never write #26

And with those eyes, you could have set the sky on fire, but you chose to burn me instead; together we burned.

excerpt from a book i’ll never write #23

It was cold and crisp and leaves crunched under our feet as we walked to the bench. I looked in his eyes and he looked in mine, and the world around us fell silent. The trains stopped blaring and the lights stopped ringing. The cold rail under my left hand was no longer cold when his hand touched over mine. And in that moment, the only thing moving was his eyes darting back and forth between mine.

I think the worst type of crying is when you don’t know the reason for your tears but you know you are broken and can’t be fixed.

“I love you, darling, please stop crying.” The tears poured down harder. “I will glue you back together even if it takes the last drop. Please, stop crying.”

He squeezed my hand just a little bit harder, and the world started moving again.

excerpt from a book i’ll never write #21

Compliments That Aren’t About Physical Appearance:

  • You’re empowering
  • I never thought fanny packs looked cool till you
  • You’re strong
  • I’m so happy you exist
  • It’s nice to see such kindness
  • I hope we know each other for a long time
  • I bet if Brittney Spears knew you, 2008 would have gone differently
  • I would trust you with my passwords
  • You call your grandma the exact right amount
  • You inspire me to be a better person
  • Your ideas matter
  • You have amazing taste in –
  • You’re so fun to talk to
  • I bet you’re amazing at chess
  • I like your voice
  • I think your ideas/beliefs matter
  • More people should be listening to what you have to say
  • You’re a very warm hearted person
  • You’re very down to Earth
  • You have a beautiful soul
  • Our conversations bring me a lot of joy
  • It’s good to see someone care so much
  • You’re so understanding
  • I bet Taylor Swifty would never make a song about you
  • You’re important even if you don’t think so
  • You’re intelligent
  • Your passion is contagious
  • Your confidence is refreshing
  • You restore my faith in humanity
  • You’re great at being creative
  • You’re so talented at –
  • I don’t get tired of you the way I get tired of other people
  • I’m happy I stayed alive long enough to meet you
  • I wish more people were like you
  • You’re so good at loving people