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810 · Oct 2015
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Quinn Coleman Oct 2015
to my best friend: I don’t know where our souls go when we die but the universe is incredibly never-ending and I hope with all my heart that our souls will find each other again.
to the boy I love: You are the constellations that I want tattooed on my right hand and the dots of light I wish upon at night. I go to bed pondering our connection because there has to be a connection because nothing has ever felt as right as admiring a sky full of stars.
564 · Nov 2015
unpredictable
Quinn Coleman Nov 2015
Like a switch flipping off and on, your happiness was never predictable.
I spent my days crawling on my already skinned knees and reaching as far as I could to make you happy.
Some days it worked.
And some days it didn’t.
But that’s what you do for the one you love.
I think.
421 · Oct 2015
third time's the charm
Quinn Coleman Oct 2015
I've only been in love three times.

The first time it was puppy love.
I fell in love because I thought I was supposed to.
It was freshman year and I was convinced it was for life.
A month of love I thought I would have forever.

The second time it was with words,
and lack of action.
I fell in love with the way he told me he wanted to spend his life with me, when he said he'd join me in adventures around the globe, and when he said we could be intertwined in my bed.
The only time he came through was late at night, drunkenly in the backseat of his car.
I never heard any words from him the next day.

The third time is current.
It's locking eyes cuddled on an old couch.
It's nights spent on the floor at his house with tired words and warm squeezes at 3am.
It's holding hands in the car and nice conversation.
It's goodnight kisses and muffled "I love you's" on my porch at midnight.
It's being skin on skin and I'd still want him closer.
It's something I know is going to hurt like hell.

— The End —