Regret

You don’t remember what happened, what you remember becomes what happened.

The person you’re meant to be with will never have to be chased, begged or given an ultimatum.

Maybe it wasn’t the “almost” that broke my heart. It was the long nights we spent together, and how you made me feel, like i was so far in the sky no plane could bring me back down. Again, it wasn’t the almost. It was the maybe. Maybe i’m loved, maybe i won’t hurt, maybe we will be together, it was false hope that broke my heart.

I don’t know what the hell my heart beats for, but it isn’t you, not anymore.

You shouldn’t have given me a chance to second guess.

When people treat you like they don’t care, believe them.

I’m too exhausted to explain my soul to someone again.

I want to text you. Just to remind you that I’m still here. But then I remember that you know I’m here. You just don’t care.

Whatever you do, don’t run back to what broke you.

Every day you’re not here is another day we could have been laughing together.

Because, if you could love someone, and keep loving them, without being loved back … then that love had to be real. It hurt too much to be anything else.

But then sometimes we miss the memories not the people. Sometimes we want the feelings back, but not with the same person.