Allow me to be weak because it still stings. Allow me to embrace the weakness.
She doesn’t have any desire to spend time with anyone who doesn’t want to spend time with her.
Find someone who understands your struggles. Someone who won’t judge you when your body shakes and your mind won’t shut up.
You’re terrified of putting yourself out there and getting disappointed again. Besides, no one you meet can ever compare to your first real love.
Our months of drawn out kisses and sweaty hands clasped together. Our hot three hour long bus rides to New York and another one to Philly. Our Julys in the rain. Our Augusts of heartbreak and tears that grew seeds into our hearts. Our eager hello’s and that gutting final goodbye. The summer months were always ours, even when we ended.
Only when she left you, did you give a damn. Only when she said goodbye, did you open up your heart again. Only when she slammed the door, was when you grew up and changed. Only when she gave up you, did you want her back