I Dont Trust Anyone. But Please. Stay.

I don’t think people understand how stressful it is to explain what’s going on in your head when you don’t even understand it yourself.

I miss everything. I miss talking to her, hearing about her day. I miss her voice all gravelly and smoky, I miss hearing her laugh, I miss getting her letters, writing her letters. I miss her eyes, and the smell of her hair, and the way her breath tasted. I f*cking miss everything. I miss knowing she was around, because it helped me to know that she was around, someone like her existed. I guess most of all, I miss knowing I would see her again. I always thought I’d see her again

There are things that need to be forgotten if you want to keep on living.

We loved with a love that was more than love.

He won’t say ‘I love you’ often

Everytime I’m about to love someone else, I remember what you did to me and stop myself.

“When you leave me you’ll be taking some of the best years of my life with you.”

“I envy people who just enjoy life, people who can just live in the moment. I couldn’t imagine going on a relaxing vacation and feeling relaxed. My mind would be elsewhere. Did I forget to do something before? How many days are left? I worry too much. I overanalyze everything. And then before I knew it, it would be over. That’s the problem with my mind, I miss out on so much because I am never really there, physically I am but my mind it’s always elsewhere. I’m always thinking about the past or the future or trying to make right now just right. Just for once I want to be in the present and be ok with it.”

It was those looks

I tried to hate you.

I thought I knew

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.