I guess, I'll miss him forever...

“I opened my mouth, almost said something. Almost. The rest of my life might have turned out differently if I had. But I didn’t.”

There are a few things in life so beautiful they hurt: swimming in the ocean while it rains, reading alone in empty libraries, the sea of stars that appear when you’re miles away from the neon lights of the city, bars after 2am, walking in the wilderness, all the phases of the moon, the things we do not know about the universe, and you.

I hate to bother you after we’ve said our good night’s. And I’m really sorry for this. But I’ve been trying to find a time to tell you. And nervousness kills me in person. Maybe this will mean something to you. I don’t know. But I’m really thankful for all the time you spend with me. It means a lot to me. I am falling in love with you as time goes by. You make me so happy. I haven’t had such a good time as I have with you in a long time. Thank you for everything.

I’ll never understand him. I’ll never understand what his definition of forever is, and I’ll never be told what his synonyms for love are. I’ll never understand how his feelings work. If, when he said he would stay, he trying to convince himself as much as he was trying to convince me, and why being together still meant I slept alone. I’ll never understand if being his really just meant I was his when he wanted me, and I’ll never understand if he loved her too or never loved either of us at all.

If you’re ever lucky enough to find a girl who is a hopeless romantic with a dirty mind, you should hold onto that. Because she’ll be yours at two in the morning and at two in the afternoon the following day. She’ll kiss you where it hurts and until it hurts. And that’s important. Someone who not only knows how to turn you on but also knows how to treat you right is someone worth a little something… and a little more than usual.

They say a woman’s first blood doesn’t come from between her legs but from biting her tongue.

I need a life that isn’t just about needing to escape my life.

Don’t pretend like this didn’t mean anything to you. I was there. I saw the way you looked at me.

Ever since I met you, no one else has been worth thinking about.

So miss him. Send him some love and light every time you think about him, then drop it. You’re just afraid to let go of the last bits of him because then you’ll be really alone, and you’re scared to death of what will happen if you’re really alone. But here’s what you gotta understand. If you clear out all that space in your mind that you’re using right now to obsess about this guy, you’ll have a vacuum there, an open spot – a doorway. And guess what the universe will do with the doorway? It will rush in – God will rush in – and fill you with more love than you ever dreamed. So stop using that boy to block that door. Let it go.

“I keep waiting for him to call me. In the middle of the night, crying, to tell me he’s sorry. To tell me he made the greatest mistake of his life. I keep telling myself that one day he’ll come back, that he’ll give me a reason to trust him again. That one day, he’ll come back and make me fall in love all over again,” I admitted. “I know it’s stupid, and I know I’m an idiot for believing that things like that happen outside of fairytales. But as much as my head knows that, my heart still leaves my phone on full volume every night.”