Loving Mr. Daniels

I knew I would never fall in love again. It wasn’t in my cards. I supposed it was because when I’d first fallen in love, I never stopped falling.

Breathe in, breathe out. I was desperately in need of performing that task over and over again. Just. Breathe.

Goodbyes hurt most when they’re one-sided.

Our love lives. Never dies. Always flies, always flies.

If I learned anything these past few months, it’s that life sucks. It sucks. It’s mean, it’s vicious, and it’s unapologetic. It’s dark and cruel. But then, sometimes, it’s so beautiful that it knocks all of that darkness out of your system with the light.

“Humans weren’t made to be perfect, Daniel. We were made to screw up, fuck up, and learn new things. We were made perfectly imperfect.”

Thank you for befriending a girl who is probably a little different and quotes too many books. Thank you for befriending a girl who doesn’t talk about her feelings a lot, but trust me, she feels everything.

I loved how distant we were but how close we felt.

I hated how close we were but how distant we felt.

“I’m not as happy as I pretend to be.”“Why are you pretending?” I questioned. He lowered his head, staring at his shoes. “Because pretending to be happy is almost like being happy. Until you remember that you’re only pretending. Then you’re sad. Really sad. Because wearing a mask every day of your life is the hardest thing to do. And after a while, you get a little scared because the mask becomes you.”