Who knows if he meant what he said when he was drunk, who knows if that sex meant anything, who even knows if he’s talking to someone else?? Maybe you’re not the only girl he’s ‘talking to’ but you can’t ask because once again that makes you look fucking CRAZY.
My heart was so full and you made me believe yours was too. I never questioned any part of us. There was never a doubt in my mind. You never gave me any indication that you weren’t all the way in.
Perhaps that’s what love is: you love and you love to the point where none of that other stuff matters, and all you are left with are just fragments of good memories between two strangers.
I deserve a closure. I deserve a proper ending. I deserve to move on.
I’m only sorry for the fact that you won’t find someone who will love you like I would have.
You made yourself into a hopeless trap instead of a safe place to come home to.
The last and most important takeaway from my career in unrequited love is this: I’ve never been in love. I’ve been infatuated with someone. But when love is real, it is reciprocated. It doesn’t make you feel inadequate, and it doesn’t make you feel hollow.
I think that shitty people get put into your life to show you exactly who you are, what you are capable of, and what you deserve.
Sagittarius: The worst thing you could do is treat her like she’s fragile.
You want to not know any of these things, but dammit, you know.