today in biology class my teacher told us that when your heart beats faster and more irregularly, your heartstrings literally tug on your chest, causing your heart to hurt.

now I understand why my heart always hurt at the thought of you holding another girl.

but what I don't understand is that given the way you make me feel, why my heart hasn't started to bleed yet.

and maybe it isn't desperation until you're wide awake at 2:41am, crying and gasping for air as you find yourself carving metaphors into your skin in the dark

3:21pm, Day 779;

I've recently found out that there are 100,000 stars in our galaxy alone. I've always been fascinated by the sheer expanse of space and I can't help but wonder if soulmates are really just two stars that will always find themselves drawn towards each other, no matter how brightly the other 99,998 stars are.

I could say a lot of things about you , but if I were to write out the songs that make me cry you would see that it is you.

It was you two years ago, and it's still you and I am so ******* terrified that it will always be you.

Legend has it that if you press your ear to the side of a tree, you can hear the whispers of people that once loved you. I hope my voice resonates throughout your bones.

the average person can only remember 60% of what happened to them the previous day but I can still recall the way my hands lingered on your back and how it took me the whole night to muster up the courage to approach you and the way I couldn't stop smiling and I guess all I want to say is that I still feel the same as I did months ago