January 17, 2013

• Now the rain is just washing you out of my hair

  

  At the end of the day, you’re the one that pushed me away. Not the other way around. So don’t act like this is my fault. You had a choice to make and you made the wrong one. That’s something you’ve gotta learn to live with. I’m done saving you.

  

  I believe that once you find “the one”, you’ll give them a hundred and one chances to get it right. I believe that if you can’t be with that person, you never truly move on.

  

  And it was in that moment that I realized you had been right this entire time. The label didn’t matter. What mattered is how you and I felt for each other. What mattered was that we just got to the point in our lives where we needed one another. And no, the world didn’t need to know that we were together. I didn’t care about that anymore. Now all I want is to know that you still care about me like before, and that no matter what happens… we’ll be together when it counts the most

   

  

  The bad thing about falling to pieces is that it hurts. The good thing about it is that once you’re lying there in shards, you’ve got nothing left to protect, and so you have no reason not to be honest.

   

  

  As human beings, we need to know that we are not alone, that we are not crazy or completely out of our minds, that there are other people out there who feel as we do, live as we do, love as we do, who are like us.

  

  And after that night, I don’t think I can ever forget how you made me feel. And how hours later, I still had butterflies from when you held my hand.

  

  She hugs him goodbye like it’s nothing, while all she wants to do is hold on forever, but she lets go, smiles & walks away.

  

  I have never been strong enough to stay. People say that walking away is the hardest thing to do, but it isn’t. Staying, even when you know it will break your heart, is the hardest thing. Staying right where you are, waiting for your entire world to be ripped into pieces is much harder than walking away and starting a new one.

  

  I guess I can’t really say I know you too well, but since the day I met you, you’ve meant something big to me

  

  I think that there comes a point in everyone’s life when they wish they could just go back to one specific time just so that they can re-live the moment, the one that they can never forget. But then reality hits; you cant. So you need to learn that past is the past, its unchangeable and you can never go back.

  

  I’m afraid of time… I mean, I’m afraid of not having enough time. Not enough time to understand people, how they really are, or to be understood myself. I’m afraid of the quick judgments or mistakes everybody makes. You can’t fix them without time. I’m afraid of seeing snapshots, not movies.

   

  

  The one thing I hate the most is saying goodbye. It’s never been easy for me. I mean, how do you approach the concept of goodbye? Goodbyes are all different. Some are for a day, some are for a month. But others are forever. And the concept of forever is hard to accept. It’s like, hey, I’m never going to see you again, goodbye. It doesn’t feel complete. But I think that’s what goodbyes are. They’re incomplete and you honestly don’t know how long the goodbye will last. It’s a part of life.

  

  Sometimes I think the only reason you stay in contact with me is to let me know how “well” you’re doing now that you’ve moved on. I’m happy for you. Now fuck off.

   

  

  I’d give you my everything if you gave me yours. I know we tried this a few times, but that was before. I’m ready if you’re ready, and I’m pretty sure I am. I’m waiting for you here, but I don’t know how long I can.

   

  

  If we were alone, and it was absolutely silent, what would you say to me?

   

  

  As soon as you start to have romantic feelings for someone, you’re fucked. You and this person are going to hurt one another. Even if you are together for the rest of your life, You’re going to feel indescribable pain. When you’re in, no matter how deep, you’re in

   

  

  There are so many people reading these words now that if you put your hand against the screen, I can promise you, no matter what time it is, no matter where you are, someone else who feels the same is doing it too.

   

  

  I’m scared … I’m scared because I don’t want anyone else to have your heart, I don’t want anyone else to kiss your lips, I don’t want anyone else to be in your arms. I don’t want anyone, but me, to be the one you love. I’m scared because I don’t want anyone to take my place.

   

  

  I’m not too sure if I’m happy or completely lost right now. Definitely a little lost, but aren’t we all? I have no idea what I’m doing in my life, or where I’m going. And I think I’m okay with that right now. For the first time in awhile, I noticed that I’ve changed. Maybe for the better, maybe not. But does it really matter? When we change, we can never go back. Each day is like a chemical reaction, you can tell something has happened because it can never go back to what it was. A new substance has formed; the process cannot be reversed.

   

  

   

   

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