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You're the kind of person I wanna be with when I want to be alone.

“I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self-respect. And it’s these things I’d believe in, even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn’t all she should be. I love her and that’s the beginning and end of everything.”

“One thing i never will understand is how you can stop loving someone in a day. How you can go from “i love you” to “i love her” without hesitation?”

“HOW CAN I GET OVER HIM IF HES THE ONLY THING KEEPING ME TOGETHER”

“I never knew pain until he told me he didnt love me anymore”

i know we’re over. i know that the day will come when your face will fade from my memory, your fingers will stop touching my hips, and your lips will lift off of my neck and i will forget i ever wanted you to be mine. i know i will lock your secrets away deep inside of me and i know that one day, i’ll move on far enough to forget the color of your eyes and the way they burned into me. i know we’re over, but i can’t help but imagine what it would’ve been like to love you. if you would’ve let me. if you would’ve chosen me over her. if you could’ve understood that i prefer your face over the sunset any day. i imagine becoming so familiar with the electricity of your fingertips that they become the current of my own skin. i imagine getting used to loving you so much, and not just in the beginning. i imagine me wearing your sweaters and never having to remember the smell of your cologne because it’d always stick to my skin like a fresh memory. i imagine long car rides and midday naps and trips to the beach and your body tangled in my sheets. but i have to stop because i know we’re over, i know you chose her and there’s nothing i can do to change your mind or show you how it all could’ve been so different. it makes me sick to my stomach thinking of her body in your arms and her sitting in the passenger seat of your car, and i feel your hand on her thigh like a gunshot wound. because goodness, i know we’re over, but i never wanted to be.

“You chose her. You chose her over me. You chose to become distant. It was all a matter of choice. The moment you gave up on us and left me for her, was the moment you chose to lose everything that you had with me. So don’t you dare come crawling back and say you didn’t mean to break what you promised you wouldn’t…”

reasons to hate you

“You made your choice and it wasn’t me.”

““Even in my dreams, you choose her.””

“You chose her. So why is it that your eyes often meet mine from across the room? Why do I catch you staring at me when you think that I won’t notice? Why does your gaze follow me while you’re with her? I have so many questions, but I think that they can all be answered with just one. Why did you choose her if you want me?”

“you chose her. you cried in my arms and told me you loved her, while i held my breath and prayed my tongue didn’t betray my mind, and cheat with my heart. you chose her.”

“My heart broke the day I saw you look at her, the way I look at you.”