No one can be everything you want them to be.
I am hopelessly in love with a memory.
An echo from another time, another place.
Silence is so accurate.
Have you ever felt a potential love for someone?
Like, you don’t actually love them and you know you don’t, but you know you could. You realise that you could easily fall in love with them. It’s almost like the bud of a flower, ready to blossom but it’s just not quite there yet. And you like them a lot, you really do. You think about them often, but you don’t love them. You could, though. You know you could.
You could break my heart into
and I’d still pick them up
and put them back in your hands.