Every day, at some point, I have the same revelation: I am so in love.
My pain was never beautiful or poetic. It was answering the phone mid breakdown and laughing like I was fine.
Call your mother. Tell her you love her. Remember you’re the only person who knows what her heart sounds like from the inside.
I love the days when Tony gets to lay in my bed with me, but after he leaves I miss him in my bed so much. I just lay here before I go to sleep and imagine he’s still here.