#How to alt f4 when it wont let you how to#

Image 8: i promised no more poetry/i'd rather think of this/as a confession:/you are still the first person/i want to share new things with. it feels as real to me as it did then, and i'm glad it was beautiful when it was. allowing myself to exist in the memories i don't love anymore. i can remember you, feel our ghosts in a room above my eyes and recognize we will never know each other like that again. how to watch it all and not feel a twinge, never longing for it back. the anticipating rise of summer or a reunion of your family that felt like mine, or the two weeks of breath before school starts again. when there was nothing other than the steadying idea that yes, of course i'm here, so yes, you are too. your shape and mine and how we existed in that moment, in love. feel the hours we still have left to go - the road ahead of us, the hum of a conversation too far now to hear. but it's hard to listen to songs from that time, the seven years of it, and not see the sunlight fade on that highway leaving vegas from your passenger seat. Image 6: january 8th, i put on the dress you hate/laugh at my own jokes/fake a smile for my date/how do i love myself and not love you?/you made me too specific to be known by someone new. Image 5: i care for you still and i will forever/that was my part of the deal, honest/we got so familiar. adjust./it ends or it doesn't./it ends or it doesn't./we do not perish.

#How to alt f4 when it wont let you how to#

that's/how you get through it./the tunnel, the night,/the pain, the love./if the sun never comes up,/you find a way to live without it./if they don't come back,/you sleep in the middle of the bed,/learn how to make enough coffee/for yourself alone./adapt. Image 4: it ends or it doesn't./that's what you say. Image three: (12 minutes ago) she said: you're my favorite friend/i'm sorry that i want you like a lover. i promise/i will try to stay on my side of the couch. i am grateful./i just want us to be friend now, forever./take this bowl of blackberries from the garden./the sun has made them warm./i picked them just for you. Image 1: it's not that i'm alone/it's you're not here. [id: ten screenshots of lyrics and quotes. winter - louisa melcher/schuyler peck/ honeybee - trista mateer/ letters from medea - salma deera/ harrow the ninth - tamsyn muir Beat me to it - brendan maclean/ catalog of unabashed gratitude - ross gay/quietvoiced/ it ends or it doesn't - caitlyn siehl/ white ferrari - frank ocean/ l.a.