It was silent, and I never saw it coming until the waves came crashing without any hint of halt. It was like a blank canvass splashed with colors for the very first time after it has been ignored by the painter for years.
It doesn’t matter how many shots I took. How many bottles I downed. It doesn’t matter because it does not mean I ever, ever asked for this.
You are incredible, so damn incredible, and this guy – the one you keep giving your heart to – he doesn’t appreciate it. He doesn’t appreciate you.
“Because I screwed up constantly the first time around, and she always forgave me and loved me anyway. So I figured I could forgive her for the one time that she was the one who ‘screwed things up’ so to speak.”
You find yourself having FOMO constantly. Even though you say no a lot and you don’t get out much, when you see yourfriends enjoying time together, you are filled up with jealousy and envy.
I think a part of me doesn’t know who I am without you. Without the part of my heart that longs for your warmth. Without the part of me that wants you desperately. Without the part of myself that adores you to no end.
I want someone to love who is going to make me believe in them. Who is going to make me finally breathe a sigh of relief. Who is going to make me not regret looking at them in the first place. Who is not going to make me regret loving them.
I don’t get how it was so easy for you to let me go, but maybe I just convinced myself that you cared way more about me than you really did because that’s how much I cared about you.
Here’s where the truth hits you: they aren’t laying in their bed, thinking of you too. They are out there, moving on and finding someone else and picking up their own lives.
He’s not coming back. There isn’t a chance in hell. This is something you must fully accept before you can move on.