““I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.””

When it’s over, leave. Don’t continue watering a dead flower.

My eyes are holding back an ocean, just like the one we went swimming in two weekends ago- and I’m ready to let waves of sadness crash down my cheeks but how can I when I did what I do best & wrote our goodbye? You were only gone for 5 minutes when I started wishing I had kissed you goodnight instead. But I didn’t, I packed your bags while telling you ‘I just don’t love the girl in the mirror when she’s in love with you’- you make me weak & not the kind of weak us writers live for. But the kind of weak that makes my mom look at me with “why?” in her eyes & a half smile that says ‘baby, I don’t know if you’ll keep being alright, so get out now’- And I never thought I’d be the one to let you go, not after all the time I spent wanting you but your love is only half as good as it should be & I waited for more. I might spend years missing you but not missing out. I want the kind of love my heart pours for you. And I’m not sure if you ever touched my soul with pure intentions but I’d like to believe that you did.

Do you still call it love even if he only loves you sometimes? Or what would you call that?

I wish people could just say how they feel like ‘Hey I really don’t like when you do that to me’ or ‘Hey I’m in love with you’ or ‘Hi I really miss you and I think about you all the time’ without sounding desperate. Why can’t everyone be painfully honest and just save people the trouble.

And no matter what you do, I will be there to carry you back home.

She listened to his apology