"the first few months you gave me butterflies,
and they covered me with gentle kisses.
the next few years i was swarmed with bats,
and they gave me bruises and scratches
and i prayed you’d call them off eventually.
well now you’re sending me ravens
and they’re tearing at my hair
and breaking my frail bones.
i think i need to set them free
but i don’t know how
and I’ve never missed those butterflies more."

“We met at the wrong time. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day years from now, we’ll meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere and we could give it another shot. - Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
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