I’m gonna send you a birthday present somehow and you’re gonna open it and I hope your fucking heart breaks because mine did and I thought you were my soul mate but maybe those things change over time and maybe someday you’ll realize what you’ve done and maybe it’ll be that moment you open it and everything we ever were smacks you right in the face and I’ve grown up a lot in these past couple months but you’ve been gone for so much longer than that and I’ve been into some things but you’re no prize yourself, letting someone who is supposed to love you destroy you instead I think I’ve outgrown you now though and I would never wish bad things but I certainly hope you wake up before you lose yourself and I wish you’d never left

I wouldn’t be with me either

You know what sucks about sorry? It’s the worst word in the world. Because it always happens after you fuck up something good.

How do you know when it’s over?“

"Maybe when you feel more in love with your memories than with the person standing in front of you.

I no longer believed in the idea of soul mates, or love at first sight. But I was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life, if you were lucky, you might meet someone who was exactly right for you. Not because she was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close. I’m

I would rather break my own heart then yours

People warned me about you and how you were. I never really paid attention to warning signs though.

I swear the only thing your good at is fucking with my feelings

It’s crazy that I love you and you don’t even know it

But if you leave, you can I’ll remember You, though.. I remember everyone that leaves

There’s 7 billion 47 million people on the planet and I still feel like my life doesn’t matter to anyone

I can’t act like I don’t feel anything for you

It’s difficult for me to imagine the rest of my life without you. But I suppose I don’t have to imagine it… I just have to live it

I really hate to think that one day we’ll stop talking and you’ll find someone better then me…

Though I forget things about me all the time, I never forget a thing about you…

I just…I just miss her. And I hate being so alone.

I loved you so much. Then why among all of ‘em am I the only one whom you ignore?

“she couldn’t take it anymore.

“I LOVE YOU, OKAY?!” she screamed.

“is that what you want to hear?” all of the pent up frustration, anguish, and emotions that had been building those past months suddenly burst out, pouring out of her until there was nothing left, and suddenly, it was calm again.

“i love you. i do. and you broke my fucking heart, but i still love you. i can’t stop. i don’t… i don’t know how to stop.” her words, quiet now, escaped into the air like a ghost.”

-i don’t even know if i want to stop. c.r.

“i know i was not easy to love,

but please,

know that i would have loved you til we became one with the clouds,

til all the stars in the sky finally died,

til the universe was born anew.

i would have given you everything.

but you chose to mask the reality of who i was for the idea of a girl that was easier to love.

can you blame me, then?

can you blame me, for not being her?”

-can i blame you for wishing i was someone else? c.r.

“and then.. it was over. it faded quietly, but nonetheless quickly just as it once sparked in the beginning, like a fiery whirlwind of passion that ran out of oxygen.

all things come to an end - i knew that, of course.

i had just hoped that it’d take a bit longer for us.”

-time has never done me any favors. c.r.

“how are you?” you ask.

how do i tell you that my heart aches every time i think of you?

how do i tell you that i cry myself to sleep every night, remembering you, knowing you’re not mine anymore?

how do i tell you that i’ve torn myself apart every day, trying to figure out what went wrong? trying to figure out what i did?

how do i tell you that i would walk blindly through hell and back to be by your side?

how do i tell you that even though you shattered my heart into a million and two pieces, i can’t stop loving you with every single broken one of them?

how do i tell you that you are the only person i’ve ever loved, and maybe the only person i will ever love?

i can’t- that’s the truth. i can’t tell you any of that.

so how am i?

“i’m fine,” i smile tightly. you don’t ask me to elaborate.

-i can’t tell you the truth. i never could. c.r.

do you still think about me?

do you think of the nights we spent talking for hours on end?

do you think of the moments when i’d remind you that i’d fight everything for you?

when i was still yours?

do you think of how much i would’ve given up for you and feel tears well up in your eyes?

do i even cross your mind?

-because i still think about you. every day. c.r.

“and in the end, was it worth it?

wasshe worth it?

because i know you’ll never love anyone like you loved me.

but whether that’s a good thing-

or a bad thing-

remains to be seen.”

-was breaking my heart worth it? c.r.

“that girl-

who is she?

though i know i have no right to be jealous,

nor to demand an explanation from you,

and though you are not mine any longer,

i cannot help but wonder-

do you love her?

do you love her like you said you loved me?”

-did you ever love me? c.r.

“..i think we met at the wrong time.” she smiled.

it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

-excerpt from a book i will never write. c.r.

youbroke something inside me and now i’ll never be the same again.

“The eyes follow the heart. In other words, though you might not realize it, the person your eyes so effortlessly find and admire in a crowded room, is the person that has your heart.”

Isn’t it funny

how you once were the first person

I turned to

and now we are strangers

not even greeting each other anymore

I continue to tell my friends

I am so over you

but when it gets dark outside

and the clock is past midnight

I miss you the most

crying because we will never have again

what we once had

I say I’m over you

but when I see you

I still feel the same rage

I’m still getting angry at you

for leaving me like that