"She said, ‘I’m so afraid.’ And I said, ‘why?,’ and she said, ‘Because I’m so profoundly happy. Happiness like this is frightening.’ I asked her why and she said, ‘They only let you be this happy if they’re preparing to take something from you.’"
"I like how we both know how it feels to sit on the bathroom floor at 2 am. Kept up from gut wrenching loneliness.
Or the way that we know how bad loss can hurt and how deep it can run.
I like how we both know that most good things never last.
You once told me that you were okay with being lonely. You once said you’d tried to no avail.
It doesn’t make sense when on most days at 2 am your name lights up my phone.
It doesn’t work in my head why you tell me about how you wish you had someone.
And why isn’t that someone me.
It doesn’t work out.
When I’m calling you at 2 am.
Spilling words that we’ll pretend I never said.
I like how we both know.
So maybe we’ll just keep it to words that we pretend were never said at early morning hours.
I like how we both know what could make sense."