“Sometimes it gets hard to remember who I️ am to you when you’re so great with everyone. You just have this way about you, a sincerity lodged in your chest that pours over everyone you meet. There’s a special sweetness that comes out of every one of your smiles and every tease, no matter how innocent or unintentional. And I️ love that about you. I️ adore it, actually. It’s just hard to exist next to that essence of who you are. It’s hard to always feel like there’s a difference with me. It’s hard to feel like I’m special. But then there are those little nights of ours—never too late because you always need your sleep—when you say all of the right things. Not just to say them but because you mean them. And then I️ have to wonder how I️ could ever doubt you at all.”
The worst crying is when you’re lying in bed, with your hand over your mouth so you don’t make noise. The tears are running onto your pillow and your heart’s breaking and you’re thinking of everything that made you cry, and your other hand is on your heart or stomach because they both hurt.