I know you want to forget it all. But how do I make myself forget the way it felt to be in your arms? How do I forget the nights you asked me what made me feel okay so you could try to help me, and all I could think of was you? How do I forget the taste of your lips and the smell of your neck?
What’s the worst thing I’ve stolen? Probably little pieces of other people’s lives. Where I’ve either wasted their time or hurt them in some way. That’s the worst thing you can steal, the time of other people. You just can’t get that back.