“Oh no what happened?? There’s no way you can make it work??”
I’ll meet you and you’ll ask me how long I’ll stay. With a plan in mind I’ll give you the answer.
It’s feeling so broken that you can’t even feel anything at all. It’s being at a complete loss for words to say but all you want to do is talk to them.
If they haven’t come back in the year that you’ve been aching for them, trust me when I say, they’re just not that into you.
I still miss you sometimes. Maybe I miss you all the time. But, this isn’t a love letter to you. It’s a letter for me, to remind myself to keep on healing and to keep on going.
You will always be pieces of your past, little pebbles of every person you’ve ever dated, ever loved, ever kissed. That is okay.
Sometimes it’ll be obvious why it didn’t work out, but not always – you can ask yourself why, but try not to get too hung up on it.
As long as we live in a world with other options, choices, experiences, and people, there will always be a reason to leave. And he’s going to take it every single time.
You aren’t my hero anymore. You lost a battle that holds the last line to keep us hanging. Where did it go?
It happens like this. It happens sooner than you thought it would. Like nothing. Like all of a sudden, it is a feeling warm and exciting, and somehow calming.