We’d remember missing each other and we’d remember saying goodbye that meant, “I hope the best for you.”
Writing is air to my lungs.
This is the generation that smokes away the anxiety. The generation that drinks til everything left in vision blurs into the night. We kiss. But we are not in love
Break-ups make people do a lot of crazy things. Some people put each and every ounce of the unrequited love they gave to a punching bag or a treadmill and lose weight.
And it’s hard, I know. Because the best of your smiles were always for him. But I guess the moment you say goodbye to him is the moment you find more reasons to smile for yourself.