I’m done hanging on to your words, done listening to the songs you send me through the periods we go without speaking, done ever believing you actually ever felt something for me.
Every time someone leaves I always think I’ll handle it a little more gracefully.
Leaving should not be looked at as a sign of weakness. You leave because you know there’s a world out there that’s waiting for you. A world that values you more and appreciates you more.
After the time I spent alone, and the time I spent healing and rebuilding myself—I am left with one belief stronger than everything that’s happened. I believe that despite all odds that say otherwise, that people are inherently good.
I’m absolutely terrified to let someone in the way that I did with you. I’m scared to love and I’m petrified of the thought that someone could ever hurt me in even half of the way that you did.
I’ve never been the one to leave. I haven’t mastered the art of goodbyes.
I know you’re capable of leaving. I know you’re capable of realizing that you deserve so much better.
Only when she left you, did you give a damn. Only when she said goodbye, did you open up your heart again. Only when she slammed the door, was when you grew up and changed. Only when she gave up you, did you want her back
He will remember that he was the one who ended it. That he was the one who tore it all apart. That he was the one who cared less. Who loved less. Who thought that that he needed to spread his wings some more. And he will remember the look on your face when he said, ‘it’s over’.
Sometimes things remain the same because we need to change ourselves.