Good night - may you fall asleep in the arms of a dream, so beautiful, you'll cry when you awake.

Do you ever feel guilty?” she asked, clutching a flower to her chest.

“Yes,” I replied. “But only because it has taken me so long to realize who I am and what truly stirs my heart.

I’m not a complicated girl, she laughed, I just want to run away with you, rob a bank, fall in love and eat ice creams in Paris.

I write because you exist.

I suddenly realized it’s no coincidence the two middle letters of life are if. For every action we make, there is a reaction. The outcome often beyond our control, fragile and fraught with ruinous consequences. Like a soap bubble made real by a gentle breath only to be taken by it.

There is no perfect ending to a relationship. No magic formula. Just a silent scream as they rip your fucking heart out.