Being the one to leave doesn’t hurt any less, but it’s a different kind of hurt.
I miss you. I want you to know that.
No, she can’t go back. Even if she wishes she could.
Our heart is always the last one to leave the fight.
I wanted to find your lips in the half light, to drink you in, shed the sheets and wrap myself in you.
“Don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.” — Holden Caulfield, The Catcher in the Rye
“You can not hate someone you first did not love. You hate them because you loved them, and you lost them.”
In this moment my head hurts because I want this to perfectly convey how I feel.
I am over the idea of us now.
She can’t take it anymore. She knew what it was like to be able to have you give her your whole being, having anything less is more than her heart can bear.