• (Daydreaming)

I kissed him once, for desire, and, twice, to forget.

Somehow, I still tasted you.

• I’m having trouble remembering the last time he told me he loved me and meant it. (Bloody Knuckles)
• I couldn’t tell you what was worse. When she went away or when I realized she wasn’t coming back. (Mixed Feelings)
• You didn’t have to remind me that it’d be the last time I would hold your hand, when I already felt it in the way you hesitated to touch me. (Finale)
• I’ll never understand what gave you fulfilment in picking apart the pieces of me that you claimed to love so dearly. (Manipulation)