Your name still breaks my heart.

Two types of people who can’t look at you in the eyes:
Someone trying to hide a lie,
And someone trying to hide a love.

Your name still breaks my heart.

I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.

I remember crying over you, not just a couple of beads of tears. I remember gasping for air, beating my fist against my chest trying to rip my heart out. Trying to get the pain to stop. You should have skinned me alive instead, it probably would have hurt less.