The ex that pops in and out of your life isn’t reappearing because stars are periodically aligning. They’re coming and going (probably literally and sexually if you know what I’m sayin’) because you’re letting them.
A candlelit bubblebath should bring you peace. It should be a time to reflect on what happened and fall deeper in love with yourself. It should allow you to spend time with you and to love on yourself.
I haven’t given up on us and I can’t imagine a day when I will. And maybe I’m hurting myself holding onto to something like this but something tells me it’s not over.
Since you loved me through flaws and all, I will look through yours and see nothing but perfection.
But one day doesn’t change waking up in a bed too big for one.
If you care about me at all, you’ll let me find someone who can give what you can’t.
I can’t be your friend. Because it hurts to know where we were and that we may never be there again.
Every day, I think about your hugs.
Every day, I think about your kisses.
Every day, I think about your smile.
I think about you every day and I hate it.
Thank you for showing me that bending backwards for someone isn’t always enough to keep them around, and that people will leave if that’s what they want, no matter what you do.
I realized something I probably always knew, that I did still love you, which scared me in a way. I think there are certain people you’ll always love no matter what they do to you.