“you are the bow and arrow i don’t want to let go. i keep pulling you closer to me knowing that i’ll have to let you go. everyday im gripping onto you and pulling you back further and further. although, i don’t know if im pulling hard so when i let go, you stay far away from me, or trying to pull it hard enough to break the string so you can stay.”

“you were the poster child for every boy i have ever loved, you had everything i was looking for. you were an inch away from perfection. but maybe perfect isnt what i should be looking for.”

“love isnt just a four letter word, sometimes its a tall figure with dark hair and light eyes”

“when you left me you left the door open, didnt shut it, no closure.”

“there’s still something inside of me telling me that we could still work out.”

“you. you were my first ever regret. and i am not one to take regrets lightly. i have done so much wrong in my past, that even if i had a time machine to go back to right my wrongs i would not, because those mistakes are what have shaped me into the woman i am today. but you, you were not worth any of my time. you used your words, manipulated me into falling for your sweet sweet lies, and left. and no, i wasn’t expecting you to stay, but i also wasn’t expecting you to leave me in the dust. the day you left, you packed your bags but left our memories behind. now i’m here, left with all our memories sitting in an old shoebox and you’re there slowly losing sight of what we were. and honest to god if i could go back to the day we first met, i would have just stayed home.

“you were not my ‘right person, wrong timing’ because if you were the right person, there would be no excuses.”

“i don’t understand how i can miss your presence if we’ve only locked eyes once. but within those three seconds, which felt like three years, i saw everything we could have and should have been.”

“i want to tell more people about the story of us. the only difference is, in your book, our story is finished. in mine, our story is an unfinished mess waiting to recieve closure.”

“i can’t think of anything else but your dark eyes.”

“i really want to talk to you again but im afraid. afraid that you won’t want to talk to me, afraid that you will walk out of my life again and most importantly, i’m terrified that i’ll fall in love again. and that was what ended us in the first place.”

“why are you finding love in other people? love yourself first.”

“i remember every single conversation we have ever had, and you probably don’t even remember what my smile looked like. it’s okay, because after we stopped talking, i forgot what mine looked like too.”