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He did not love himself and perhaps for that reason felt that he did not deserve the love of others.

If he loved you he would care that he hurt you. Say it again. Say it again. He would care.

You’re not in love with me, not really, you just love the way I always made you feel. Like you were the centre of my world. Because you were. I would have done anything for you.

“I hope we last. I hope we do. But if we don’t, this is how I want you to remember me: I want you to remember me curled up, listening to the sound of your heartbeat and tracing maps across your skin. Remember me laughing at your jokes, even the stupid ones. Remember me in hysterics for absolutely no reason and in tears because one time you made me so sad neither of us thought I’d recover. Remember me brave, that time you held my hand and I thought I was going to die; remember me scared and gentle and delicate and breakable - only for you though, only for you. Remember me happy, and all the ridiculous ways I tried to get your attention. Remember the way I was too stubborn to talk to you and how absolutely insane it drove the both of us. Remember all the firsts and how they were so delightful we went back for seconds and thirds and fourths. Remember the songs you couldn’t stop listening to and the childish dreams you allowed yourself about the future. If it’s any consolation I allowed myself to have them too. If it comes to it I don’t want you to remember the ending. Remember the beginning. Remember the first time you knew.

The reckless irony in how I tried to get revenge on you by destroying myself.

I love you-I do-but I am afraid of making that love too important. Because you’re always going to leave me…We can’t deny it. You’re always going to leave.

If you told me today our being together would result in heartbreak, I would still choose to be with you because I believe that truly living life is in the experiences, not the outcomes.

What else could I do? You could try again.

we think we can change people. we see something broken and we want to put it back together, but instead we end up cutting ourselves with their broken pieces.

There are some people you’ll never see again. At least, not in the same way