It was fun playing house with you until you destroyed my heart.
I confused you letting me go for breaking my heart, but really you helped me make it whole again.
Distance does not make the heart grow fonder. It makes the heart grow heavy and weak.
One-sided love is not love. It’s torture. It’s waiting for something that might never happen. It’s looking at someone who doesn’t see you. It’s thinking about someone day and night while you probably never cross their mind.
“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.”
Whatever feelings you need to feel to navigate through the pain, let yourself embrace them.
I think about just telling you everything. They always write about a girl’s insecurity on this site, but they never talk about how insecure the perfect woman makes the man that loves her.
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.
I wish I knew what was wrong.
I miss feeling like there was someone in my corner, cheering for me and taking on the world with me. Someone who wanted to spend lazy Sundays with me and date nights downtown. Someone who wanted to share his life with me and share in mine.