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.

Maybe we’ll meet again, when we’re slightly older and our minds less hectic, and I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me. But right now I am chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart.

One day, I’ll be able to look at you and feel nothing at all. All those nights that we shared. The memories we made. They’ll all be in the past.

Maybe our paths will cross again in a few years time and you’re breathing will become shallow because you forgot how much you loved my smile and I’ll tell you how in love I was with you back when I was just figuring it all out and you’ll nod and smile and I’ll tell you that breaking my heart was one of the stupidest things you could have done and you’ll nod but you won’t smile this time. Because you’ll realize I’m right. You’ll realize that no one has appreciated you as much as I did and you’ll study my face and wonder why you left because everything was so good, you’ll wonder if you could take it all back and start again, wonder why you thought you could find someone better but those are questions you’ll have to live with because you know it’s too late for us now, but you really wish it wasn’t.

It seems you will always have my heart. No boy will compare and trust me, I’ve tried. No distance can weaken these feelings that are permanently stuck in my heart. This isn’t a bad thing either, simply because I will always have yours and you know it.

He was my forever. A forever that just came at the wrong time of my life.

Trying to forget you was like trying to forget your first house. You lived there so long, you know everything about it by heart. And sure you’ve moved on and found your dream home, but no matter what, you’ll always remember the address.

Die erste große Liebe vergisst man nie. Und vielleicht ist die erste große Liebe auch die einzige Liebe. Die Liebe für’s Leben.

Haben nie einen Schlussstrich gezogen. Auch wenn, haben wir es mit bleistift gemacht.