creamique

I don’t want to die. I just simply don’t want to exist. But sometimes I think that’s worse because I’m stuck here, being miserable, but I’m too much of a coward to do anything about it.

What if we hadn’t met? Do you think we would’ve been better off? I’d probably be peacefully sleeping instead of constantly thinking about you. I wouldn’t be thinking about your smile and how I desperately wished I could see it one last time. I wouldn’t be reminiscing how good we were once upon a time. And I certainly wouldn’t be missing you. I’d be happy because I wouldn’t be burdened with the thoughts of you holding someone else in your arms, someone who isn’t me. If I hadn’t met you, I would possibly still have had thought I was good enough, that I deserved happiness and I would find someone who’d give it to me. And you, well you wouldn’t be so bitter towards me for starters.  Maybe, you would’ve found someone who treated you the way you deserved to be treated from the start and you would’ve never wasted a year of your life on something so pointless. You would’ve always been happy. Imagine. What if the day you saw something in me in that room, I wasn’t there for something to be seen? And the day you decided to message me, I didn’t reply for us to talk for countless of hours? And after all those days of you telling me you loved me, I never ever said it back? Wouldn’t we have saved each other from all this pain?  What if we had never met?

my first mistake was giving you everything my last was being surprised when it wasn’t enough

“Here’s the thing,” she started, her arms wrapped around her knees that were pulled to her chest, “I don’t think the saddest thing is that he doesn’t love me or even care for me.” “Then what is it?” She took a deep breath, the exhale shaky. “Its that I would sacrifice my happiness for his in a heartbeat because-” she swallowed hard, “because all I want is for him to be happy and if that’s without me… so be it.”

He’ll never know how strongly a girl had once loved him.

A lot of boys and girls think their lives will have meaning if they find a partner who wants nothing else in life but them. That’s not healthy. That’s falling in love with the idea of a person, not the actual person.

Your filling my lungs with your bittersweet love Is that really all I am worth? My soft little heart is falling apart And somehow I think this is only the start-

To look at you is to admire art.

Date someone who will