“According to you, I wasn’t good enough for you because my mind grows flowers that die too soon. But I thought you were the one because you were the first person who convinced me that trust isn’t something I should kill. But I can’t stop thinking how maybe it was really my fault. Maybe I talked too much about the way my father’s whiskey words tiptoed into my mind in the middle of the night. Maybe you got tired of me always telling you how I was scared of losing you. Maybe you got tired of touching my skin and feeling my bones dance beneath my skin. According to you, I wasn’t good enough for you, but the thing is you were good enough for me. I’m sorry I was a ghost that had too many screwed up issues. If you come back I’ll bury my issues in the past. The thing is I think I went wrong in making a home out of you because I was just a cyclone that tore you apart with my issues. .”
— Alexa Evangelista, the book i’ll never finish writing
