"I walked away to save myself."
"You drink like you have to forget something."
"Cause you never think that the last time is the last time. You think there will be more. You think you have forever, but you don’t."
"I don’t think you miss me. So I won’t tell you I miss you."
"I think she’s special. She doesn’t need anyone. Like that’s the thing. Even if we were together, she wouldn’t really belong to me. She doesn’t belong to anything. She’s off in her own world…"
"Everyone has a 2am and a 2pm personality. I’m more interested in the monster you become at 2am rather than the human being you pretend to be at 2pm."
Love her with your fingers in her hair, pulling, pulling until she’s breathing in time with each thrust and jolt.
Kiss her hard enough to bruise and when she pulls away grab her waist so she’s never far enough to resist, so she falls asleep with your name on her lips and the feeling of your skin on her skin.
Touch her like she’s fire and you’re no longer scared of getting burned, as though being lost in her has made you braver than you ever knew was possible.
And when she looks at you, brimming with desire, slow down so her knees don’t give way and her eyelashes don’t flutter into oblivion. Slow down so the nails digging into your back and the heart pounding in your chest are brought to a halt.
Slow down and ask her what she wants, and watch her crumple in front of you like a thousand falling stars. Ask her again and watch her breathe your name over and over until the words are lost and she swears she’s never felt like this before."