marissa

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Is love supposed to hurt this bad? Is love supposed to make me cry and wish to forget his name for a single minute? I always got told love makes you feel like the second before you go down on a rollercoaster, it makes you feel butterflies in your stomach and other good things but all it makes me feel like is heartache and headaches after drinking a whole bottle of vodka, trying to forget the way his lips felt on mine.

V.

Let’s do each other tonight, just call me and invite me over, let’s turn back time, to the good old days, when you couldn’t stop kissing my body, when I was your drug and you were my coffee, when our laughs were like lullabies for these walls, let’s give each other another chance and let’s sing in the shower again. Let’s go somewhere in a public place and make each other moan, let’s eat while watching ‘The walking dead’ and let’s make stupid jokes about this stupid life, I want your words to keep me warm this winter, I want your hands to meet mine and never let 'em go, I want your day, I want your night, I want your thoughts, I want your laughs, your smiles and your sadness, I want you back, I want our love back, I want you back. I want you.

God has to have a dark sense of humor,” she said. “Because when I wished on a shooting star that things would work out with him, I never imagined that he would turn out exactly like it. He burned bright and he was gone as quickly as he appeared. And isn’t that some irony.

Falling for someone new terrifies me, because I’m afraid of losing the feeling of home that comes with loving you. It just comes down to the fact that everything about you is so familiar to me; I know how holding your hand feels, and your kiss, and your smell, and I don’t know if I’m ready to learn what home is again.

One day you’re going to see her holding hands with someone who took your chance. She won’t even notice you because she’s too busy laughing at the stupid jokes he makes. And it will burn your heart seeing that beautiful smile on her face and realising that you’re not the reason anymore. And then it will finally hit you: it was her, it was always her.

The hardest part about walking away from someone is the part where you realize that, no matter how slowly you go, they will never run after you.

Nobody will ever love you the way I did. I hope you remember that.

I remember I was driving back home the first time it really hit me. And I remember it because I had to pull over so I could punch the steering wheel and scream until my chest hurt and my voice broke.

And I swear in that moment, while I was looking around, seeing all these beautiful things, I had to think of you for a minute and my heart hurt a little but then I smiled and I knew it was time to finally let you go.

What hurts is that we never really said goodbye. We just kind of ended.