"Come over," she says "and we can kiss a lot and play stupid games. You can do that thing where you bite my neck and I’ll grab your crotch and catch your eye and I’ll laugh. Let me run my hands through your hair like it’s the North Atlantic Ocean and we can forget."
"Come over," she says, "we can pretend like it never ended. I’m good at pretending goodbyes never happened."”
— Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #130 // It’s all so stupid now but I couldn’t care less