There are no glitches in the way you love, you are just loving the wrong person.
Loving with no expectations. Just loving. I think that’s the most beautiful thing in the world.
What makes us keep going back to the same thoughts that tear us from the inside out? What makes us keep wanting to crawl back to what broke us?
You would rather be alone with him than be alone with yourself. You don’t look at him. You hate him for being the one that’s wants to be here.
For months I had been trying to extinguish the small shred of hope that he would wake up one morning and realize we were perfect together. But moments like this made it increasingly difficult.
I don’t take love lightly. I don’t play with it. How can something so real, so precious, be gone and forgotten?
How many times have they abandoned you and only came back when life was beating them down? Have there even been times when they were present when they were happy?
I liked you. A lot. And I felt this strong connection whenever I was with you. But you never really outwardly expressed that you felt the same way and I didn’t want to ruin what was a very beautiful friendship.
In my wildest dreams, we were together and the world was perfect.
He tells me that she has the most beautiful smile. When she smiles, he tells me that he feels everything is setting in its place. I look at him and smile, hoping that he’d feel better looking at me too.