“She will miss you for a while- fill herself with nostalgia and wishing and wanting and hoping until it brims full over. She will walk to the top of a hill on a summer’s day and wish you were there. There will be moments where she can barely contain herself. There will be moments where she will only want your arms, and your laugh and your voice saying it’ll be okay. And in those moments she will feel as though her whole world was breaking apart and nothing would make it alright again. She will look for you in other eyes, green - or other mouths - or other bodies. But they’ll never quite be right. Because they’ll never quite be you. And then one day she will say to herself: “enough is enough”. And at first it’ll just be words. And she’ll still miss you. And she’ll still hurt. But - over time it’ll start to hurt less, until it stops hurting at all. And if, after all of that, you decide to walk back into her life - you ought to know that she won’t let you back in. And if you never come back - you ought to know that she won’t care.”— Sue Zhao
(via xxxfalling4youxxx)
“To whoever loves me next, I’m sorry if I’m afraid of you or if days of flirting turn to radio silence, without warning. I’m sorry if I make you say the words over and over and over until I believe them. (I’m sorry if I don’t believe them.) I will probably spend more time worrying about losing you than I spend trying to keep you. Trouble is, every single time I’ve ever thought something was too good to be true– I’ve been right. Understand, I will know how to be vulnerable with you, but I won’t know how not to regret it. And I have no idea how deep we’ll be into this relationship before I admit I’ve never done this before. Not really. Not in any way that counts. Before I admit that I know how to put my body inside someone else’s but not how to make it beautiful. I probably won’t be easy to love. Too many people loved me badly, I’m not sure I know how to do it right.”
(Source: thelovejournals, via xxxfalling4youxxx)
“And now it’s a year later, and I still see you in every guy I meet. They’re all so much like you, but they aren’t you. I find my self begging god for a sign that somewhere deep inside, you still miss me, and then you appear in my dreams. But so many of my waking thoughts are about you, it doesn’t surprise me you’re wandering through my dreams. The way everything played out, it’s obvious we weren’t meant to be soul mates, but then why does it still feel like you’re still intertwined with my soul?”—
- thisgirlisawriter.tumblr.com
(writing prompt 67)
(via xxxfalling4youxxx)
“You hear story’s from old couples talking about how they knew they found ‘the one’. They say that the feeling is calm. A breath of fresh air. A new start. Home. I’ve never felt like I was home. Where I was meant to be. I thought that I would never feel that with anyone. I thought that I would have to settle with feeling ok or feeling comfortable. But then I met you. I feel at home when I’m with you. You’re the story I will tell my grandchildren. Tears will swell my eyes as I remember the late night talks, the loving kisses, the sweaty make out sessions, and the time I first heard you say I love you. Regardless of if we will stay together. I will remember you. No matter what. You’re my old story. You’re my one. You’re my home.”— H.J
“Maybe true love isn’t the one with whom we spend our life with. Maybe it is our first heartbreak, the one that showed us how much pain our heart can take until it falls apart. Maybe it has to hurt, otherwise it wouldn’t be true love. And maybe our true love isn’t the one standing in front of us on our wedding day, but the one we’re thinking of right in this moment. Maybe true love isn’t meant to have a happy ending. Maybe after all we just aren’t supposed to be together with them, because unrequited love lasts longer than a fairytale.”— @untouchable-sky
“please don’t rub your new love in my face. I get it… you’re happy without me. don’t you realize that it hurts enough without having to see you with her everyday?”— when will i move on
And now you left me with no other choice But to find you in every new lover.
D.
“I am every ounce a romantic. I love ‘love’. The ultimate soul consuming kind of love. The quick 1,2,3, thrusting passionate love. Two bodies making slow love, the new fresh love that causes your heart to race and your face to flush. I’m in love with the flowers that get delivered, the eyes that meet in coffee shops. I never tire of every sweet cliché. Lust, passion, undying love: I can ingest it all. I cry along side those whose hearts get broken. I weep for the loss of a love that took up one half of someone’s heart. New love, old love, lost love, unrequited love, all types of love in this world and I savor it all.”— AO– Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #18