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Of course, what I don’t think about when I tell myself these things is that I’ve loved her long before we were in high school, long before she met Peyton or even Catherine. Because if I thought about that, I would have to review the real reason I never told her how I felt—because I’m nothing more than a coward and never have been. So I never told her that I loved the way she would shield her eyes when she looked up at me, even if it wasn’t sunny out, because I was so much taller than her. I never told her that her hands reminded me of stars, or that she was almost unbearably beautiful when she was lost in thought. Or

Chapter Four Mitch “Death lies on her like an untimely frost, upon the sweetest flower of all the field.”—William Shakespeare, “Romeo and Juliet” When it comes to love, there are two types of people: people you’re not good enough for, and people who aren’t good enough for you.  Therefore, you have three options. One: you compensate for your flaws. Two: your partner compensates for their flaws. Or, three:  you just give up entirely. If you choose option three, you open a whole separate can of worms. What, for example, does your potential paramour do? If you just stop loving, and someone still loves you

It’s amazing how your mother’s voice can act as a time machine, can propel you back thirty years to when your entire world consisted of her face, your backyard, and your bedroom. Instinctively, I curl closer to the phone like I’m trying to squeeze myself through it, to her arms. “Hi, Mom.” She’s playing music in the background: the original Broadway soundtrack from Rent. I smile faintly. Love for musicals runs in the family. As she speaks, a faint tinny voice rises in the background: the heart may freeze, or it can burn. The pain will ease if I can learn. “How are you holding up?” There is no futur

I see you standing there, With your summer eyes, Your autumn hair, and I realize—I didn’t miss Out on much. Sure, you’re cute, You might be smart, But not enough to Earn my heart— No, you really weren’t Worthy of me. Your brilliant laugh, Your tender charms— All the same, there’s Someone better in My arms tonight. I used to think I was The one who had Lost an opportunity To be with someone Amazing—but the Only thing I’ve lost Is precious time.

It’s not that Long to be gone. A few months, Then I’ll be home. I just don’t Want you to forget About me while You’re out there all alone. Impossible, my love. I’ll think about you Every minute while I’m away. Do you mean it? Will you miss me? Tell me that you’ll Miss me just as much as I’ll miss you. All I can tell you Is I’ll miss you Every time I breathe.

A best friend Shouldn't make Me feel like this. A best friend Shouldn't make Me want to cry. A best friend Shoudln't make Me so full of hate. A best friend Shouldn't let My flaws overshine my goodness. But you do.

Tell me it's all right. Tell me it's okay. Tell me I'm a bitch, But you love me anyway. Tell me we'll be fine. Tell me you'll always be here, Tell me you'll comfort me Every time I shed a tear. Tell me I'm not so horrible. Tell me everyone loses their temper. Tell me that we've had more good times Than you can remember. Tell me you know I love you. Tell me you recognize the good in me. Tell me you think I'm beautiful, The kind of beautiful no one else can see. Tell me it's all right. Tell me it's okay. Tell me I'm a bitch, But you love me anyway.

Masks of stone and masks of jade Masks of tongues that may persuade The devil in his throne of fire To give in to his own desire And destroy the masks of all you know With everything but face to show Giving birth to honest plain Where lying people still remain Thoughts and feelings all will hide Behind facades that won’t subside With apathy towards the soul Sacrifice for self-control Masks of gold and masks of steel Some masks never made to peel But slowly give in to erosion Or outburst of your self-emotion And for a time would give away The things that flee from light of day Against the will of mask and wearer Now an

We both laid down side by side and talked of how we felt your friend my brother they are the ones we spoke of the reason for this insult to love I held you close forgetting her forgetting the one I supposedly loved I forgot her name forgot her very existance anything, anything to help me close the distance Skinny jeans and sweatshirts sitting on the floor the rough carpet beneath us me leaning on the door the cell phone's going off again yes its him, your damn boyfriend so tell him that your busy and forget who's heart is on the mend Now my phone is buzzing I hold it to my ear "I love you babe," its her again and I'm