Pain is a beautiful thing because to know pain means to have also known joy and love.

Why do I always sleep on one side of the bed? It’s not like there was ever anyone there.

In another life, I think we would have been happy together.

I love you. I’m sorry, but I love you. I can’t help it.

“Are you happy?”

“Is anyone happy?”

This place is filled with my things, but it doesn’t feel like home. Not without you.

There they go again. Mistaking sex for love.

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