When You Come To The Realization That Forgetting Is Easier Said Than Done
I’m not sure how long I’ll be thinking of you, but it doesn’t matter. If it takes months, then it takes months.
I’m not sure how long I’ll be thinking of you, but it doesn’t matter. If it takes months, then it takes months.
Let me show you.
I miss having someone who just understood me.
I push people away because I can’t afford to be heartbroken, and still I always am.
I’m angry for ever letting you into my life. I hate that I cared so much about you, only to now hate you.
The problem with being your almost is that it makes me feel like I’m almost enough, almost perfect, almost worthy. Almost, but never quite there.
I hope you make him happier than I ever would’ve, that you don’t play the mind games I did. I hope that you light up his days, that his smile fills your heart.
I love myself enough to accept that after seven years, I’ve outgrown this.
Our summer love wouldn’t survive to see the leaves turn an autumn hue.