You act like it's you against the world when really it's you against yourself

how could I love you for all those years and now all I'm asking is for you to please leave me alone

God, this kiss. It was the kind she’d remember forever, that would invade her dreams and haunt her in quiet moments. The kind her older self could look back on and know, once, she’d really lived. The kind that, no matter what, she could never, ever regret.

It was one of those awful moments where you have no control over your reaction, when the pain is too exposed to hide.

The unfair thing about the whole situation was that she still missed him sometimes, or rather the good parts about him.