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you had me. you had me and then you left. it has nothing to do with me,
it's all about you. and it's always been about you: what you need and what you want.
you know, it seems like you only want me when you can't have me.
you like the chase and that's all. so you know what? you can have it.
Sometimes people are beautiful.
Not in looks. Not in what they say.
Just in what they are.
Lost love is still love. It takes a different form that’s all. You can’t see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor, but when those senses weaken, another heightens; memory.
Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it.
The saddest kind of sad is the sad that tries not to be sad.
You know, when Sad tries to bite its lip and
not cry and smile and go, “No, I’m happy for you”?
That’s when it’s really sad
There’s so much I wish for these days, but most of all, I wish you were here. It’s strange, but before I met you, I couldn’t remember the last time that I cried. Now, it seems that tears come easily to me… but you have a way of making my sorrows seem worthwhile, of explaining things in a way that lessens my ache. You are a treasure, a gift, and when we’re together again, I intend to hold you until my arms are weak and I can do it no longer. My thoughts of you are sometimes the only things that keep me going.
i love you
i hope that when you’re laying in bed
after a terrible night, watching terrible tv
that you don’t feel alone
that you never really feel alone
I'll keep searching
And I'll never give myself to another the way I gave myself to you.
"Do you remember what you told me once? That every passing minute is another chance to turn it all around." -Vanilla Sky
Don’t you think it’s better to be extremely happy for a short while, even if you lose it, than to be just okay for your whole life?
i miss you, i do. i love you. everyday,
i wake up and have this ache in my chest,
and sometimes i just sleep in because i know
when i wake up, you're not going to be there.
You never lose by loving. You always lose by holding back.
I know exactly how that is. To love somebody who doesn’t deserve it. Because they are all you have. Because any attention is better than no attention. For exactly the same reason, it is sometimes satisfying to cut yourself and bleed. On those gray days where eight in the morning looks no different from noon and nothing has happened and nothing is going to happen and you are washing a glass in the sink and it breaks-accidentally-and punctures your skin. And then there is this shocking red, the brightest thing in the day, so vibrant it buzzes, this blood of yours. That is okay sometimes because at least you know you’re alive.
It’s overused. It’s a cliché. It’s corny. It’s just a line.
It’s illogical. It’s troublesome. It’s always too abrupt.
It’s never on cue. It’s difficult to say. It will be held against you.
It’s too bold. It’s often quite pathetic.
It’s amazing how, after everything, I love you still works.
Why is it so hard to accept things as they are? Why do we struggle and fight against the inevitable? Is it the knowledge that things could be better? Or is it the hope? The hope that if things were different, we would be different. Better. Stronger. Complete.
"Because I think I love you, but I can't help thinking that you love somebody but me."
These are things that I could not tell you; things that remind me of you when I want nothing more to forget;
things that have gone wrong; things that have gone right; things that will never happen;
things that are your fault, my fault, the faults of no one;
these are the things that we did not do and will not let go of.
I think the hardest part of this whole situation is that neither of us knows whats going on.
neither of us know what the other is thinking.
and we are both trying to make decisions on information we don't know.
"My nerves have been shaking twenty-four seven and I've stopped
trying to calm them. Nothing, and I mean nothing, seems right anymore.
Each day gets more dreadful and each day I wish I wasn't here just a
little more than the day before. I've been back in a corner for days and
no one will pull me out. Being alone really does feel as awful as it sounds.
Between the arguments and the tears, I can't hear my own thoughts
anymore. I have no clue of what I want, what I need, what I should have.
I miss being able to count on you."
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