B

“Isn’t it fucking terrifying that no matter how many promises they made, no matter how long you’ve been together, someone can get up and walk out of your life without a second thought and you have to carry on living because the world doesn’t stop for any of us”

*wakes up*

I have a dream that one day, you’ll run into me. It’ll be a few years from now and I’ll be thinner and my hair will be longer and you’ll see me and do a double take because you can’t believe it’s me. You’ll tell me I look great and ask how I’ve been. I’ll be so over you by then that I’ll be honest, and I’ll tell you I am doing fantastic. You’ll want to get my number to catch up but it’ll be my turn to kindly say no and walk away. It’ll be my turn to forget you while you spend restless nights wondering if I have a new boyfriend and what job I have. It’ll be your turn to wonder what could’ve been if we had worked out.

““I compare him to you a lot,” she says, a smile growing on her lips. “The way he looks at me, you never looked at me like that. Like I was something precious, something to cherish. You never listened, you’d brush away my views and opinions and insist you were right. He doesn’t. He listens, takes in my view and respects it. You never held me like he does. You’d make it seem like a chore, something you had to do. He takes my hand when I don’t expect it, pulls me close and kisses me like he can’t stop himself.” Her smile is beaming, but it’s not for him. Not anymore. “I compare him to you a lot because now I see how bad you were for me. I thought I was happy with you, but now I know I am so much happier with him than I ever was with you.””

“Today I met a boy who made my heart feel light again.”

“He’s already planting flowers where you ripped holes in me.”

“I think once you move on, you start to see the person as less and you thought they where. They aren’t a hurricane of heart break or a glorious ocean any more. Their eyes don’t remind you of chocolate or the sky, and their presence doesn’t make your heart skip an extra beat. They just become a person who loved you a little less than you loved them.”