Love Quotes

After scrolling through all my old texts, I wanted to give an update. To catch up.

Lately, I've been reminiscing about the past— The lovers, the heartbreakers, The ones who shaped me and the ones who broke me. Back then, each heartbreak felt monumental. With the first, second, third, I thought, This is the worst I will ever feel. But now, looking back, I see how faint their marks were, How their presence was written in italics, Barely legible. And then there’s you. You were my exception, my outlier. You weren’t a sidenote; You were the headline, Written in all caps and bold. Every letter of your name carved deep, Immovable, Unforgettable.

I don't think you can ever understand how much you meant to me. I loved you so much that I became self-destructive in a pathetic attempt to get your attention. I would host grand parties for people who didn’t matter, hoping you would show up like some kind of Daisy to my Gatsby. I would starve myself just in case you preferred skinny women. I would befriend your friends to prove how likable I was. In all honesty, my desperation probably drove you away. But you didn’t have to treat me like my existence meant less than nothing to you when you meant more than everything to me.

In another lifetime, we would be good for each other. We would go to bed happy every night, and every morning, I would wake up in your arms. I would make us breakfast, and we would get ready for the day together. You would send me cute little texts during the day, and I would call you silly and tell you how much I love you. We would get home in the evening and open a bottle of red wine—oaky yet fruity. And we would make dinner together, although you probably wouldn't be much help, but I wouldn’t mind. We would chat, kiss, and drink slightly too much wine before it was time for bed, and we would do it all over again. Can we ever get a do-over?

I had a dream about you last night. You were there, and I was happy. Then I woke up and realised it has been three years since you left. Three years, and you still haunt me. When will the feeling of betrayal leave? The feeling of regret? Of what could have been? Of losing the love of my life?

Thank you for crossing paths with me. Even if the moments didn’t last nearly long enough, they were all beautiful.

He was never mine to keep

What was I supposed to say when he told me he got the job in Portugal? Don’t leave? I love you? No, he was never mine to keep. So I didn’t say anything. But I really wished it would’ve worked out this time.

Carrie Bradshaw lied when she said "and just like that". It's not just like that.

Here’s what I knew we were: we were me in your arms. My head resting on your chest. We were late night texts. Unsaid I-love-you’s. We were your fingers tracing the map of my skin. We were laughing at each other’s stupid jokes. We were meeting each other’s friends. We were happy. We were magic. We were love. But it is all past tense now.

The heartbreak of circumstance

I lost my world