"I think that if I could fall asleep next to you every night, I’d never really be sad again."
Midnight thoughts (I already miss you)
Posted on September 14th, 2014 at 11:17 AM
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"I was in my room crying when my mother came into my room and asked me what upset me most about leaving you. I told her I was scared because I wasn’t going to see you anymore and she laughed off my foolishness because she and I both knew that was a lie. I told her I missed you even though I had only bid you goodbye half an hour ago and she told me it was normal and I was going to get used to it soon enough. I didn’t say anything else until she left me alone to cry some more, thinking that I was sad because I had left you, when in reality, I was relieved because I was brave enough to know when it was time to go my own way. What I didn’t want to admit was that I felt a gaping void in my chest because I didn’t want her to be right. I didn’t want to get used to being away from you and I didn’t want to be three months away from now where we both live our lives used to each other not being around anymore. Before leaving, I told you I wanted you to live your life as you are now even without me, but what I didn’t mention was the nagging voice at the back of my mind pleading for you to never be the same again because I will not be with you anymore. And I know it is awful of me to wish it, but you know me well enough to understand that I sometimes hope for selfish things when I am too tired of being sad on my own."
u know someone is having a rough day when their favorite song plays and they don’t sing along
No one will understand how much this just broke my heart.
Posted on September 14th, 2014 at 8:42 AM
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"You know what the saddest part is? For a while there we really did have it all, and I really believed we would make it."
Posted on September 14th, 2014 at 8:37 AM
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"Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something."
"what sense does it make to leave what you love and risk the possibility of it never coming back to you?"