The time you spent with each other should be more than enough of a basis for him to take an action and form a decision. You have to bear in mind that the absence of a decision is already a decision in itself — he’s deciding not move forward to the next level because you’re not his choice, and you probably never will be.
My hands are scarred from holding thorns of my past close to my chest.
You don’t understand where all this is coming from because you know that your life’s good, but you can’t shake off the feeling of emptiness.
Maybe we’d still end up together, after the turbulence. And so armed with these thoughts, I always go to battle and fight for us, day after day, even though we always end up in ruins.
You are blinded with your romanticized ideas of who he is
She should know that love, if it’s real, should not be hidden. And there’s no other person who can make her realize this but you.
I’m going to be brutally frank with you. No, we cannot be friends.
Heal without fear. Heal without doubt. Heal and keep on healing. It will still hurt, yes.
You still gladly wear the blindfold you’ve worn the entire time you’ve been with him, because the truth is so ugly, so utterly soul-destroying, that you’d rather walk with your eyes closed and your hand still locked in his.
Deciding to leave the place you call your home and saying goodbye to the people close to your heart isn’t actually something you thought you’d be doing so soon, but here you are now, a few sleeps away from waking up in a different land.