One day someone means the world to you, another day they don’t mean shit.
Most days I wish I never met you because then I could sleep at night and I wouldn’t have to walk around with the knowledge there was someone like you out there.
Me: Nelson Mandela died
My friend: Who the heck is that?
I’m so detached and distant and cold at times, but I swear if you spark my interest, I can become so clingy and you’ll become so important to me and I will put so much of my time and effort towards you. But then you’ll get tired of me.
Anyway, you can’t leave her like that. You can’t do that to the woman. She doesn’t deserve it; nobody does. You don’t belong to her and she doesn’t belong to you, but you’re both part of each other; if she got up and left now and walked away and you never saw each other again for the rest of your lives, and you lived an ordinary waking life for another fifty years, even so on your deathbed you would still know she was part of you.
I like when you learn a secret about somebody and then you look at the things they say and do in the light of that secret and you understand them a little more and why they are the way they are