"... because, no offense, I feel way more passionately about things than you."

“Men and mascara, they always run”

- that's only one side of the story, and it's not the side I've read.

I’ve never invested that much in a person. 

I suppose I entered into the relationship, knowing it wasn’t going to last. I remember trying not to get invested, trying not to take it seriously.

But there’s something exhilarating about him telling you he’ll love you forever, and knowing him well enough to know that isn’t true, - and still feeling so, so happy, because he loves you enough to think that he will.

He. She.

“... and the kitchen I was standing in when he said I’m through...”

You’ve extended a challenge, haven’t you?

Nothing has ever been so surface, but my still, my eyes always prickle when I talk about you.

I still don’t believe in soulmates.

“... like shoes” (Country music likes to compare men to frivolous pleasures)

But the truth is, of the people I know, men are the more loyal gender.

"I've been with a cheater before"

“That’s very interesting”

I think I actually intrigued her. (Do you think there will still be things I find intriguing after being twenty years in one business)

“... don’t try to hard to think, don’t think at all...”

If I stop, I’m reminded of that ache.

I wish....

‘almosts’ are my specialty. 

“I wish I was you. 

I wish you were me”

hey boy

(I’m waiting for that sign.)

---I guess if you tell yourself something enough times, it becomes true.