“every time I long for you, I promise myself it's the last, I wish I could love myself the way I love you
unconditionally. overlooking ever negative, repeating small gestures over and over in my head to get high from that nervous feeling
how do I manage to remember every little instance between us when I can't even remember to eat
how did you become so important that I'm willing to give up my dreams to support you in following yours.
I'm turning into a fool hanging onto the last thread of hope believing it to be love.”