Sometimes I think about him and I remember his smell and the taste of his kiss. And I think that I'm never going to find that smell or that taste again, and that makes me sad. And yes,maybe he was the sweetest kiss I ever tasted and the most hypnotizing scent I ever knew, I'm sure I will never find anything like this again. But I will find another kind of sweet taste or magic scent. Because that's how things work. And when I do, I will finally move on.
But I don’t break like glass bottles. I bend and twist and—and feel everything that’s thrown at me, and I’m tired. I just want to shatter so I never have to feel anything again.
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