I wanted to hate him. For my blood to boil and churn with my loathing for him. He had broken my heart. But even then… But even fucking then, despite that my heart was obliterated, I knew. I just knew, I would always be his. But he had never been mine. It had just taken me two years and countless missed calls to realize.
M.C.E he was my soulmate but I wasn’t his. (via immersedinsadness)
















