「君にもう一度 恋 が出来て、嬉しかった」

i won't be in the history books; that's for you. but i loved you first. as long as they get that right, i don't care what they say.

¿medía él también las cucharadas que se llevaba a la boca? ¿sentía, muerto de pánico, la comida deslizándose más allá de su garganta? ¿veía su cuerpo ensancharse y ensancharse y ensancharse? ¿le llenaría más la saciedad o la culpa?

¿soñarán las mariposas con morir en el mar?

But there is a meaning for you to be alive. There is always a meaning to be alive.

No creo que dos personas pudieran haber sido más felices de lo que nosotros hemos sido.

i'm home now. there's so much I need to tell you.

Why? Didn't I want to die so badly? But now, I know. I know how wonderful it is to be alive. She taught me. Bice did.

Hey, how do you feel now? Are you having fun? Your smile today seem so lonely.... Someone said that humans are the type of creatures that can smile while they are lying. I hope you aren't like that...

Mis lágrimas regarán las cicatrices y de ellas nacerán flores.

I still wake up with things I want to tell you.

maybe in the next birth, I'll be closer to you. i won't be missing you, there will be no distance.

The world is good and you belong here.

Si tengo que elegir entre tú y yo, te elijo a ti. Siempre lo he hecho.

in my head, I return to the places where I am loved.

My battery is low and it's getting dark.

you are not hard to love.

I've heard people say that love conquers all, but I don't think it does. I love him so completely, but I'm still scared–I am completely terrified at the thought of leaving him behind.

que esta sangre se convierta en vino o en veneno e impregne sus bocas para siempre.

i've had recurring nightmares that I was loved for who I am / and missed the opportunity to be a better man

¿Qué será de nosotros mañana? / Siempre estaremos juntos, siempre. O solos. / Nos separa el mar. / No nos separa nada.

I know you would never wish for me to say this, so I will not. But... I am glad you did not die with them.

But I must admit I miss you terribly. The world is too quiet without you nearby.

This I want to believe implicitly: Man was born for love and revolution.

I love you because you are me...my writing, my desire to be many lives. I will be a little god in my small way.

I hope you find what I found in you.

the worst part of love is / that i remember it. / i walk around all day thinking: / i'm going to die in the universe you loved me in. / i get so jealous of euthanized dogs.

No he dejado de pensar en ti, me gustaría decírtelo. Me gustaría escribirte que te extraño y lo pienso. Pero no te busco. Ni siquiera te escribo. Pero recuérdame y recuerda que pienso en ti, que no lo sabes, pero te vivo todos los días. Pero pensar y buscar son cosas distintas.

He thinks that maybe that's the key–you find enough people to love you more than you hate yourself, and that's how you survive.

I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. I did not like to be touched because I craved it too much. I wanted to be held very tight so I would not break.

There will be goodbyes by dozens, so practice being brave.

Like a house on fire we're up in flames / I'd burn here if that's what it takes / To let you know I won't let go of you

how are we so young yet have already lost so much?

everything we know, we know because of love. everything we do, we do with love. we are our hearts.

Ayer y hoy se encuentran y se reconocen y se abrazan y miran a mañana.

don't forget that I love you no matter what.

I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. I did not like to be touched because I craved it too much. I wanted to be held very tight so I would not break.

You picked me up out of nothing, so please, now that I am no longer of use to you, return me to nothing.

Her entire life has been 'after'. But there was a before, wasn't there? Is she living in another before right now or will she forever be stuck in an infinite after?

She doesn't remember anything but her mother's laugh. She's terrified to replay it, terrified to wear it out, wear it thin, though she wants to wrap it around herself like a blanket.

Love makes me real.

If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.

When the Gods wish to punish us, they answer our prayers.

let me kiss your fingertips. we cannot make god until we find him. they will promise us to pray for our bodies; they are praying for us to inhabit different love. the ichor is just us, and your hair, and the desire to run.

if it can get worse, it can get better

we can't change people. but we can love them in a way that makes them grow, and sometimes that means letting go.

And in the end, we were all just humans... Drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.

we are born of the blood, made men by the blood, undone by the blood. fear the old blood.

Maybe broken hearts will hurt less if the hurt resides in broken bones.

I beg you to read this letter. When you do, visit me in my dreams and explain why it is you had to go.