“I lost count of all the times I read your message.  I believe I’ve wrung out all the warmth from it and it now lies in tatters, like the Gund bear my brother loved the fur off of when he was a boy. I hope that I convey the same sentiment sometimes”

I met a boy made of stories, and all of them are true. I’ve fallen in love with honesty. 

I got a little existential crisis-y.

And here we are.  I hate you, and I miss you. 

My fucking emotions have emotions. 

and here we are.