Funny Story

Because you’re my best friend, and I’m in love with you.

The same universe that dispassionately takes things away can bring you things you weren’t imaginative enough to dream up.

And it makes me feel brave, being loved by him.

I’m a cynic. And a cynic is a romantic who’s too scared to hope.

All those moments throughout the days, weeks, months that don’t get marked on calendars with hand-drawn stars or little stickers.

the way their favorite candle’s scent will gradually infuse the walls so that every time they come back from a trip, exhausted, and dump their bags inside the door, they’ll smell that they’re where they belong.

I want to push as hard as possible against all the bruises in my heart, until it changes me.

Could feel that I was standing outside of things, waiting for the moment I would finally become a part of it.

Every time he looks over, it’s like the sun peeking out from behind a cloud, and I do my best to feel content, to be just another person at the edge of his glow.

If I had to be marooned, I’m glad it was with you.