“I wish this hurt you as much as it hurts me. I wish you could feel all this pain I’m in, even the slightest amount.”
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“I will never say the things that I want to say to you. I know the damage it would do. I love you more than I hate my loneliness and pain.”
— Henry Rollins, Solipsist
“fuck whoever made you want to never love again. fuck whoever made you cry so hard your ribs were burning. fuck whoever made you doubt every single word that came out of someone’s mouth. love is a beautiful thing. they just didn’t know how to love you correctly. but just hold on love, you’ll find someone who will, and they’ll make you forget about the ones who wish they knew how.”
-excerpt from a book i’ll never write #62 // because oh, how they are missing out
Everyday passes by and i still think about you. I still think about us. I always hold on to the thought of “If it’s meant to be it’ll be” and i really did think we were meant to be. Our love could start fires and maybe you just didn’t feel the same way in the end. Maybe i was too attached. Maybe i was a fool to think we could try again. or maybe i’m helplessly in love with you. Either or scares me. But, i love you. There’s no other person i’d rather be with. i hope, i really just hope that maybe you’re thinking of me too. And maybe we are thinking of the same things. Maybe…just maybe.
- Malachi