silly conversations feel meaningful, cheesy gestures aren't embarrassing, and hours of doing nothing together are acceptable somehow. When both of us are together, everything just works out.
it slipped just as I thought I held it firmly in my fist. Heartbroken, I stopped searching. Then one day, love held my hand itself, and before I could even comprehend what was happening, it squeezed my hand warmly, promising to never leave.
She backspaces her quotes a million times, trying harder with each attempt to write like the intelligent writers she reads the jaw-dropping quotes of. Yet every time she fails, maybe because the lane she is walking on isn't meant for her. Maybe, because instead of pursing her authenticity, the thoughts she is trying to develop were never actually made for her.