To fall half in love with someone, recognize it too late.
The truth about our greatest and most genuine goodbyes is that they are truly more like hellos.
“I don’t know.” Three words that sounded more like “I don’t know if you’re good enough anymore.” That sounded more like “I’ll keep you until there’s someone better.”
The moment you let go
stop resisting her fight
She will take all she can
like a thief in the night
You’ve run away, which is what you do best. You’ve carelessly moved on. And you’re too busy loving the next person who will leave you feeling empty and unsatisfied in the end.
Looking back at the way we used to soothe each other’s souls, thinking that bathing in our sorrows together would make them disappear, I see where my mistake was.
I will love you always, but you’re not the man for me. You’re not my soulmate, “the one”, or any other phrase describing the idea that there is only one human on the planet for each individual.
I never believed in myself or that I was ever enough for anyone, then she came along and built me up to be so much more than I ever was. She pushed me to the edge only to make me realise that it’s okay to fall.
You’d save your heart a thousand times from an excruciating heartbreak, and realize it’s better to be alone than be completed by someone who’s not even worth your time and attention. You’ll realize what you want and deserve thereafter, until the wrong guy comes back to you, begging on his knees.
I remember the way you used to hold onto me, thinking I would be content to stay wrapped in the everyday banality that was your world, and I remember the way I brutally threw your heart away as if it meant as little to me as a used tissue.