Jenna Cavaliere

“I can forget about her for hours or even whole days, and then the truth rushes back like a brush fire, burning me from the inside out. The person you loved? They're gone.”
― Ashley Woodfolk, When You Were Everything

“Missing him. Longing for him. Worrying about him. Those were her nighttime journeys.”
― Kristin Hannah, The Nightingale

“Because I have nobody and nowhere to go, I’m forced to think of everyone everywhere I am.”
― Karl Kristian Flores, The Goodbye Song

“I keep finding the ashes of the man I unequivocally loved, everywhere.
Everytime, I go to bed, they are displaced about my covers when memories flood back in my mind.
When I glance at my skin, the ashes are smeared on my skin like hand prints from a tragic crime scene.
When you cross my mind, the ashes of moments of intimacy fall to my heart, my body forcefully expell them through my lungs and tear ducts.
The ashes spew out in an eruption of utter chaos. The ashes block out my perception of love and self value. My sight is distorted to truth and trust. The particles of ashe prevent me from forgetting.

ANONYMOUS”
― Starr.