Du fehlst mir

I’ve been known to fall in love, but sometimes love just is not enough.

Falling in love is the best way to ruin an otherwise perfect friendship.

You are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream.

Never ignore a person who loves you, cares for you, misses you. Because one day, you might wake up from your sleep and realize that you lost the moon while counting the stars.

Manche Menschen werden wir niemals vergessen. Aber wir lächeln nicht mehr, wenn uns jemand an sie erinnert.

Oh my god I don’t care about him at all, not even a little bit. His eyes are the wrong colour and he doesn’t taste like you, his hands on my hips make me nauseous, his breath on my neck just stings, his mouth doesn’t fit on mine properly and when he looks into my eyes I don’t want to look back into his Oh my god I don’t care about him at all But he’s here, and you’re not He’s always here, and you never are

I never believed I could feel homesick about a person. Then I met you.

It’s easier to pretend like you never existed than acting like we are ‘just’ friends

It’s you. It’s been you for the past 486 days. Since the moment I met you. It’s you at 2 in the morning or 4 in the afternoon. It’s you when I’m sleeping and studying and eating and laughing. You are everywhere and you are everything.

Ich vermisse dich nicht einfach nur, du fehlst irgendwie. Weißt du, ich glaube, das Problem ist einfach, dass mich ständig etwas an dich erinnert, dass ich ständig denke „ey, das würde ich dir jetzt zeigen oder sagen, wenn du noch bei mir wärst“. Irgendwie fühle ich mich ohne dich so, ich weiß nicht genau, unvollständig irgendwie.

Part of me wants to move on. Move on and forget every little thing that you’ve ever said to me. Move on and forget how you used to look at me like I was the entire galaxy. Move on and forget about the deep conversations and the laughter. The kind of laughter that made our stomachs hurt, but we wouldn’t stop anyway. I wanted to move on, but I couldn’t. I could not move on for the life of me. Part of me wants to be completely in love with you. In love with the way you smile when you talk about your favorite song. In love with the way you care about your friends so deeply. In love with the way you love, but there’s one problem. I’m no longer the person you love. But you’re still the person I love. Quite frankly, that’s the worse type of love. When you’re stuck in the past, and can’t, for the life of you, move on. I can’t move on, but I can’t love you. So, tell me, what am I supposed to do?