Ritu

“I want to be your end, but you gotta let it begin.”
― Colleen Hoover, Maybe Someday

“I hated the term "heartbroken." It was such an understatement. "Broken" typically implied you were talking about something you could put back together. Or replace. My heart didn't feel like it was broken. It felt like it had been tossed into the blender and liquidized at 180 MPH.”
― Rachel K. Burke, Sound Bites: A Rock & Roll Love Story

“Hey, heart. Are you listening? You and I are officially at war.”
― Colleen Hoover, Maybe Someday

“Do you like me?”
No answer.
Silence bounced, fell off his tongue
and sat between us
and clogged my throat.
It slaughtered my trust.
It tore cigarettes out of my mouth.
We exchanged blind words,
and I did not cry,
I did not beg,
but blackness filled my ears,
blackness lunged in my heart,
and something that had been good,
a sort of kindly oxygen,
turned into a gas oven.”
― Anne Sexton