We’re not friends, we’re not enemies. We’re strangers with some memories.
And you tried to change, didn’t you? Closed your mouth more. Tried to be softer, prettier, less volatile, less awake… You can’t make homes out of human beings. Someone should have already told you that. And if he wants to leave, then let him leave. You are terrifying, and strange, and beautiful. Something not everyone knows how to love.
Do you ever just crave someone’s presence? like you would literally be happy just sitting next to them & it could be completely silent.