We’re human, and we’re not perfect, so let yourself fall down because that is the first step of picking yourself back up.
I have to move on.
It was because the first time you saw me, you said I was beautiful. It was because the last time you saw me, you called me perfect. If was because every time in between that, I believed you.
I wanted a fling because I wanted you to see that I was over you. I wanted a fling because I wasn’t over you. Not even a little. Not even at all.
You can’t see me hopelessly calling out to you, wanting nothing else in the world than for you to see that she won’t love you the way that I do.
Someone’s incapability to receive love should not hinder you from giving love.
I wish I could’ve loved you the way you loved me.
We are those whose hearts wander. Our beating organ travels through hallways and oceans, looking for something to hold on to.
I still miss you. I go through our text messages and laugh at our jokes.