"His hands aren’t as rough as yours were on my skin. He doesn’t tug at my shirt and he doesn’t kiss my neck more than you did either because I can’t belong to him like that. Believe me when I say he has eyes prettier than yours and more soul than you ever could but I’m still having a hard time learning how to love him. He’s not you and you’re not him and I’m not sure if I should be happy at that fact, devastated, or both."
"I wonder if you’ve thought of somebody else loving me. I wonder if you ever ask yourself why you let me walk out your door that way. I wonder if you ever find yourself doing something and wishing I was there with you. I wonder if when you hear my name you can still see my smile. I wonder if you’re scared that somebody else has taken your place, I hope you are. I hope that the thought of me belonging to somebody else frightens you more than anything else."