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Can we say goodbye again? I miss the way you rip me open.

I always talk about love but I've seen a life where I can live without it, where I can eat with my hands, make the whole bed, and leave the light on for myself

You were my ocean wave

Do not fall in love with people like me. I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.

We were so in love back then that we exhausted all the love we have, and now we’re left with nothing.

Do you think that he still loves you?

Do you still love him?

“Woah, do you really drink that much?” He asked as he took the seat next to me, smiling, a little bit impressed.

You still probably love me, or maybe at least the way I love you. You still probably care. Maybe you just doesn’t know what you want. It may seem like you’re stuck, like you still wanna hold on. And yes, the moment you told me that I will always be your choice made me feel alive. It gave me hope that maybe we could still work this out. But you know what, I realize through time that it really doesn’t matter what you feel about me. So what if you still care? So what if you think you still love me? So what if you still wanna hold on?  It doesn’t make any sense at all. And I’m telling you right now that what really matters the most is what you’re doing about it. And what you’re doing about it is nothing. I’m trying my best to reach out for you but you just doesn’t seem to care at all. I don’t wanna keep holding on to nothing. I wanna stop hurting. So please, stop giving me false hope. Just don’t give me any hope at all. It’s better than hoping things would be okay between the two of us. Cause it will never be okay.