For The Longest Time, It Felt Kind

More Than Anything, I Felt The Unfairness Of It, The Inarguable Injustice Of Loving Someone Who Might Have Loved You Back But Can't Due To Deadness, And Then I Leaned Forward, My Forehead Against The Back Of Takumi's Headrest, And I Cried, Whimpering, And I Didn't Even Feel Sadness So Much As Pain.

He Puts The Killing Thing In His Mouth But Doesn't Give It The Power To Kill Him.

Dumpers May Not Always Be The Heartbreakers, And The Dumpees May Not Always Be The Heartbroken. But Everyone Has A Tendency.

I Liked Being A Person. I Wanted To Keep At It.

What A Treacherous Thing To Believe That A Person Is More Than A Person.