I write your name on each one of my cigarettes, hoping you’ll burn up in smoke just like the tobacco and nicotine. I thought eventually you’d turn to ashes and disappear—but then I realized that you’ve been in my lungs this whole time. With each drag I took from the cigarette, I was taking you in as well. Now look at me, I’m addicted to the way your name tastes and how each letter fills my lungs.
The truth is, everyone is going to hurt you. You just got to find the ones worth suffering for.
Never get too attached to anyone unless they also feel the same towards you because one sided expectations kill you.