The saddest part isn’t that you hurt me. I can take that. I just can’t take you coming back, then right when I think it’s gonna be okay, you disappear. I can’t take loving you when you don’t even know if you even want to talk to me. I know you loved her, but if she still matters that much, why would you talk to me? After knowing me for years, did you really think I could take this? That I could watch from 20 feet away not sure if I should talk to you or walk away? I just need to know what you want. But if you don’t even know that, maybe I should just pretend I’m not crying myself to sleep every night.
—  They said love was complicated, but they never told me it would kill me with a kiss