Our story ended shortly. But now I think it was supposed to be that way. It was almost too good to be true. You were almost too pure. Too bright, you could have blinded me.
I have still so much to do. So much to see. So many more people to meet and people to love and adore. I have so much more exploring to do. Exploring myself, figuring out what makes my heart race or slow down. I have so much to learn about me. So much to grasp onto and to soak up what life has to give me.
Sitting on the couch watching Lifetime movies while attempting to keep Gatorade down is just a little more tolerable when she’s there to watch you suffer. Bonus: if she lets you use the blanket you’ve fought over forever, you owe her a candy bar.
Pieces of us are left there and there,
places we shared when we meant nothing to one another.
We were like two ships in the night, passing through and biding time,
waiting until we were both ready to stand still at a crossing.
he truth is, the only person you need liking you is you.
Tears drip softly down your face and it stings when it hits your chest. ‘Bye’, you say, knowing fully well he can hear your soft cries. ‘Bye’, he says, with his own tears soaking through the other line. Click.
Maybe you’re not the year for me. Maybe I was wrong about you. Maybe I wanted more from you but now I know you’re not the one.
The beauty of falling back is that you save yourself from falling down. You save yourself from being ambushed by a fall you didn’t prepare for or didn’t see coming.
meeting you is the best thing that ever happened to me
I guess there’s no more us. I guess there was never an ‘us.’I guess ‘us’ was nothing but a fantasy.