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So if this ends in tragedy, all I have to tell myself is, “you should’ve known.”

If I cry, I’m not crying for you. I’m crying for what we could’ve been

I never felt that kind of love; the one where it consumes you and make you feel whole. I never felt that, until I met you.

You walked away and all I did was watch you, because no matter how hard I tried to make you stay, you still left.

You really wanna know what happened to us? I was sick of dealing with all your confusion. Half of the time we had was amazing, you gave me butterflies and I was so comfortable around you. But that was only half the time. One you loved me & the next it was like you couldn’t even stand to be around me. I opened my eyes, I don’t deserve someone like you and honestly, I feel so sorry for the next girl because she will be left broken.

February shouldn’t be 28 days, 29 on a leap year. 

when i was 12 i babysat this girl for a few years and she would come to me and show me her art, drag me by my wrists and point at the pieces she’d made during the week. and she’d be like “do the voice” and i’d put on a sports-announcer olympics-style voice and be like “such form! this level of coloring! why i haven’t seen such perfection in crayola in a long time. and what is this? why jeff, now this is a true risk… it seems she’s made … a monochrome pink canvas…. i haven’t seen this attempted since winter 1932… and i gotta say, jeff, it’s absolutely splendid”  and she’d fall back giggling. at the end of every night she’d check with me: “did you really like it?” and i’d say yes and talk about something i noticed and tucked her in.