An open letter to the boy I love who is moving away

I'm sure somewhere in your room there's a calendar with the date marked off; the day you get to start over. When all your stuff in that room you've called home for the past few years will be somewhere new. When you'll be somewhere new. Please don't get me wrong, I'm happy for you. I [...]

Everything I ever wanted?

"You got it by the way. Everything you ever wanted. Absolutely everything you could imagine you could possibly ever want. What you spent nights crying about and days obsessing over. What you messaged your best friend about for weeks on end. The very things you would've given your life for. That you would've given up [...]

The things we leave behind

I feel like I have this awful habit of coming and going. Saying yes and then saying no. Changing my mind. Staying and leaving. Crying and smiling. Screaming and saying nothing at all. I'm pretty sure it drives the people around me insane. "I never want to speak to him again" I tell my best [...]

Forget how life is supposed to be

Forget about all the deadlines. The early morning starts. The running for the bus. The homework due in. The nine to five. The rush rush rush. Forget about all the things you have to run around and do in the day just to end exactly where you started. Back. In. Bed. Forget about being who [...]

I don’t know what to tell you when you ask where it hurts

Because it's everywhere and nowhere all at once. I guess that sounds a bit ridiculous. But what I'm trying to say is that it isn't a hurt. Or a pain. And I guess in general I'm fine. Completely and utterly fine. I went out a few nights ago and ate pizza and laughed until my [...]

I’m mortified

I'm mortified. I'm so mortified that I still want you. That I still want someone so heartless. Because you know you're hurting me but you're still doing it. You continue to be in my life because I am the type of being you don't want to miss out on. I'm vibrant. Brilliant. Spectacular. Interesting. Caring. Great. [...]

I wish I had met you seven years from now

I wish I had met you seven years from now. I wish I had met you when we weren't young and stupid and utterly obsessed with the drama of high school. My love for you was never the problem. You were never the question. It was the drama that surrounded us. It was the fact [...]