never enough

“I felt when you started to love me, I felt when you started to stop loving me.”

“ The best mind set: Whatever happens, happens. Move on. ”

One day, years from now, you will be lying alone wondering what went wrong and I hope I cross your mind and you think “Man.. I fucked up.. she really loved me.. she was worth something and I broke her.”

Some say I’ll be better without you, but they don’t know you like I do or at least the sides I thought I knew..

Do you ever miss yourself? The person you were before you had your first heartbreak or before you got betrayed by a person you trusted?

My problem was that no one ever needed me as much as I needed them.

Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness.

Missing them is never going to stop hurting. It might be in the back of your mind, you might even forget about it for a while, but it will always be there. It’ll hit you when you’re least expecting it. That’s the worst part of it, you know? The pain comes out of the blue. You’ll be sitting drinking a cup of tea at 3 in the afternoon and you’ll remember how they took their tea with milk, no sugar. You’ll remember how their hair used to stick up all over the place because they would forget to brush it. You’ll remember how they used to laugh so hard that tears would run races down their flushed cheeks. But these are good memories, right? This is how you want to remember them. Next minute you’re doubled over, clutching your stomach and silently screaming to release the pain that’s tearing into your heart. Muffled tears and crescent-shaped scars on your palm where you clench your fingers so hard to stop yourself from feeling the knives in your stomach, in your back, in your heart. This is pain. And this pain never stops.

I thought I’d hit rock bottom and then the floor gave out.