"I lied and said I was busy; but not in a way most people understand. I was busy taking deeper breaths. I was busy silencing irrational thoughts. I was busy calming a racing heart. I was busy telling myself I am OK."
"I love you,” She paused. “But I need to go now. I need to leave.
Because we’re going to ruin each other."
Excerpts from a book I’ll never write. (via avouer)