Loyalty; it’s a three-syllable word for “Hey, there. I know that you snore and kick me while you’re asleep and you hate me for leaving my clothes everywhere and how I can be a total asshole when my allergy rhinitis is acting up and how neither of us knows what we want for dinner and when we do know it’s you wanting Italian and me wanting Chinese and for fucks sake we’ve watched The Notebook for more than a hundred times already and maybe there are thousands of people out there who are much cleanly and have better tastes in movies but you’re the only person I want to spend the rest of my full moons with.”
Sometimes encouraging words are the last thing I need. Sometimes I just need to be held in silence like I’m the softest thing in this world.
How can I describe her life to you? Well, she oversleeps a lot, listens to melancholic music even when she’s happy and puts on a perfect smile even when she’s sad.
If I fail to be happy with myself that doesn’t mean I’m a negative person. I’m kind, I’m warm, and I’m aware of the places in me that needs a little more work. I just get a little bit sad sometimes for no reason at all, but you still can be happy with me. I’m still me despite my depression.
Two writers should never fall in love with each other. Not unless they’re ready to be a part of each other’s stories forever.
If you want to shine like a star first, you must find a way to be at peace with your darkness.