Maybe… possibly they will never understand what we had together, and we will remain the only ones that ever truly knew the ineffable.
— J.L.
I don’t have everything figured out
I don’t know exactly what I’m doing
Everything just falls into place
I know what I want though
I want you
I don’t care what imperfections or what madness comes along with that
But it’s all I am completely sure of
Occasionally, I’d rather not talk to anyone at all. People only complicate this by taking it personally.
You don’t know what pain is until you’ve lost the one person that meant the entire world to you.
Dear incompetent lover, I’m sorry you couldn’t prove me wrong.
— J.L.


