“I thought of the cool, fresh air of the city I'd always dreamed of living in. The art museums and trolleys and the mysterious fog that blanketed it. I could almost smell the cappuccinos I'd planned to drink in bohemian… — Heather Demetrios Copy Share Image
“I've never been somewhere I belonged, but there are places where I think I could be happy. Like San Francisco. Well, do art museums count? Because I feel like I belong in them.” — Heather Demetrios Copy Share Image
“It's only later that I'll see you're feeding me rehearsed lines and perfectly timed smiles and gasps and tears that come at precisely the… — Heather Demetrios Copy Share Image
“The sad swims through your veins, dives right into the middle of your chest with no help at all from me.” — Heather Demetrios Copy Share Image
“Something in me is dimming, something that I already know I can’t get back. But you’re worth it. You are. I will tell myself… — Heather Demetrios Copy Share Image
“You're a maze, all high edges and endless loops. I can't find a way out, can't see where I've been. It's all running, lost… — Heather Demetrios Copy Share Image
“You knew that if you survived that accident, there's no way I could ever leave you again. Not unless I want your blood on… — Heather Demetrios Copy Share Image
“I'm telling you - guys like Gavin, they're real snakes in the grass.” — Heather Demetrios Copy Share Image
“You're not very deep." You say these cutting words thoughtfully, to yourself, almost as though you're surprised. They hit me somewhere below my ribs.… — Heather Demetrios Copy Share Image
“Sometimes I believe I can't take any more. But I'm slowly healing. Slowly, so slowly. But every conversation is a stake into an open… — Heather Demetrios Copy Share Image
“I'm not over the moon. I'm on the moon. It's surreal, this happiness. I'm scared the universe will notice and take you away from… — Heather Demetrios Copy Share Image
“When you're a stupid girl in love, it's almost impossible to see the red flags. It's so easy to pretend they're not there, to… — Heather Demetrios Copy Share Image
“Sometimes I cry, wondering how it was possible that I could have been so goddamn weak, so f*cking spineless. Without you around, I can… — Heather Demetrios Copy Share Image
