Did I Mention I Miss You

“The biggest difference between your dad and Tyler?” Mom says quietly. She hesitates for only a moment. “Your dad never came back.

Our new tattoos are going to be in each other’s handwriting

It’s a much more thrilling sensation than I ever believed it could be, and for how simple it is, it still gets my pulse racing.

He reaches for my hand. Our fingers intertwine, locking into place, the warmth from his skin radiating against mine, and I tighten my hand around his and squeeze so hard that my knuckles ache.

Portland ain’t so bad with my girl

I guess in a way we’re all just broken pieces, hoping somehow to fit together to become a perfect picture,

Because when you really care about someone,” I tell him, “you want to make them feel better. That’s just what you do when you love someone.”

Maybe Tyler and I are done, not because we’re not in love with one another, but because we are an impossible pair

“There’s nothing to talk about,” I say.
“There’s everything to talk about.”

because he left and never came back, because he couldn’t even bring himself to call me, because he was happy wherever the hell he was. And wherever he was, I wasn’t. Which meant he was happy and content without me, and that hurt a whole lot more than I ever thought it could