a true story

She was so desperate to feel something that wasn't emptiness that she settled for empty love and being filled with sadness

I'm a sucker for love but love really sucks

Late at night I think of you and how things ended and I open my phone and look at your contact and all I want is to talk to you and I know how easy it’d be to give in but I know it would be no use but I know you wouldn’t reply but I know it’s best to just go to sleep but I know by morning I’ll know better but I know it’s useless to wish for yesterday’s dream

Their breaths were one and the same, their faces moments away from eachother, with only their doubts and fear standing in the small space between them. It was at that moment they understood eachother completely and as they kissed, their two simple worlds collided.

And it was the first time in 4 months that we talked And it was the first time I thought we could be ok again And it was a mistake to have hope again because it meant nothing And it was the last time I gave you that power over my hopes

He could look at her and feel only shots of regret, so he turned around and took shots to forget

hey i like thinking about existential questions late at night when i could be sleeping and im good at pretending im not a wreck. let's talk about seeing the world from the corners of our rooms and share songs like extensions of our personality and enjoy each others company because I could use someone to put up with my craziness

I am tired. Tired of staying up nights waiting to see if I’m anything more than a memory of the past. Tired of waiting for a sign to convince me to keep hoping. Tired of showing my emotions only to have them lost in the vortex of selfish ignorance. Tired of hoping to see a person who can’t find it in themselves to see me. I am tired and I am done.

She was convinced he had moved on, and so she forced herself to move on too. Little did she know that as she learned to let go, he continued to hold on

It ended because his feelings stopped, and she stopped feeling because it ended

It was a single sentence that started it a thousand paragraphs that formed it three words that defined it and one text to end it

There is nothing that gave her more hope than knowing that a love exists strong and pure enough to continue even after the end

Do you ever see a picture of them and yes, they broke your heart and yes, they’re the reason you can’t trust it with anyone else, but damn the way they make you feel, it seems like maybe it shouldn’t belong to anyone else?