Sometimes you can’t explain what you see in a person. It’s just the way they take you to a place where no one else can.
To finally know that you didn’t have to hold on so tight. To realize that all your life, all your love, all your hate, all your memories, all your pain, it was all the same thing. It was all the same dream, a dream that you had inside a locked room, a dream about being a person. And like a lot of dreams, there’s a monster at the end of it.
I want every piece of me to crash into every piece of you. I swear to god that’s how they make stars.