Be where you are; otherwise you will miss your life.
Here is a collection of the white-lies, the half-truths, the promises and the parentheses and the half-wishes on the half-stars and the letters that I thought I had thrown out, but remained anyways, in the back of my throat. Here is when I didn’t tell you I that I loved you, and here is when I didn’t tell you that I unloved you. Here’s all of it, folded neatly,
so bitter and so sweet
that my taste buds are revolting against me.