Amanda Barcus

There is so much possibility that lies behind the wheel. When sitting there, working through the wreckage of my latest storm, the control is all mine.

I never want to hear from you again – yet I so desperately hope you reach out.

Not everyone will like you. In fact, some will downright hate you for no reason. That’s okay; it doesn’t matter.

The reality is pretending this isn’t my reality until I absolutely must.

He needed someone to catch him when he fell.

I wonder if you use the same harsh and hurtful words with all of us when things end. Do you recycle the same words when falling out of love that you do when falling into it?

To him, you are disposable. You are temporary. You are nothing.

My job, my place on this earth is not to ensure that you receive everything you want when it comes at the sacrifice of what I need.

I want to go out of my way to give you reminders every day of how much you mean to me. I wouldn’t want a day to pass where you might doubt it.