If snowflakes are like people, how is anyone lucky enough to find anyone in this world.

Maybe we were too broken to put back together. Maybe we’d been too broken to ever put together in the first place.

I plunged into him, kissing him like I was flame and he was wood, our tongues igniting

Unfortunately, I am only myself. I am scared and alone and unsure, but I am practicing. I am scared and alone and unsure, but that doesn't mean I always will be.Like AJ repeating words, I can repeat being me, until I start to believe it.