When you decide to leave a person when they need you the most, remember you can never make up for that abandonment, remember you can’t break a soul then make it up again.
Remember humans don’t work that way.
They will survive though, flowers will grow out of the wound which you gave them but they will always remember you as the person who gave them darkness when they needed hope.
Look, let’s give it up. Let’s just lay around and make love and take walks and talk a little. Let’s drive down and look at the ocean. It’s only 45 minutes. Let’s play games in the arcades. Let’s go to the races, the Art Museum, the boxing matches. Let’s have friends. Let’s laugh. This kind of life like everybody else’s kind of life: it’s killing us.
There are a few things in life so beautiful they hurt: swimming in the ocean while it rains, reading alone in empty libraries, the sea of stars that appear when you’re miles away from the neon lights of the city, bars after 2am, walking in the wilderness, all the phases of the moon, the things we do not know about the universe, and you.