Jace draws her hair out of her face and sets his forehead back against hers, closing his eyes and sighing. "I don't know if I could have gone." He whispers. "I don't know if I had it in me..."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I wonder if people felt the freedom in our culture to love louder, if they'd be quicker to say "I miss you" when the absence of someone is felt instead of just thinking it. — soundofmind