Nothing. 

Unbeatable and unbearable are one letter apart. 

When I first met you, you started existing in the palm of my hand. I’ll never let you die. 

I want to press against the space between us until it disappears.

Veronica Roth

(Source: splitterherzen)

I don’t want anybody else to have you.

I don’t want to be that person, but I am. 

I am that person. 
 
I pushed you into the oblivion of empty space, into the nothingness.
And I left you there, hanging within the abyss of my empty head. 

This is still important. 

Forever missing 17.

Forever missing 17.

Nobody likes to acknowledge the fact that I did such a thing.
It will be ignored for as long as possible. 

I wish I could go back and keep some.