“I always think of you before I fall asleep. The words you said, the way you looked. The things we laughed about, the silent moments we shared. And when I dream, I’ll dream of you. Because it’s about you, it’s always about you.”

“I want laughter at 4am and sloppy kisses between dinner dates and hands fumbling underneath the blanket because god knows there is never a minute i can go without touching you and i want silly jokes and awkward handshakes and quiet “i love you’s” over the phone and dancing a lot of dancing i want to dance with you in an aisle at the supermarket as we both try to come up with which taco shells are betterand i want to dance with you on the night we both say i do i want to hold your hand in front of my friends and kiss your cheek when my mother asks me why i am so god damn happy all the time and i want you now,and for as long as forever with you can take me.”

“It sucks huh? The constant thought of him popping into your head, the dreams, the memories, he’s haunting you. He treated you so badly so why? Why do you still care about it so much? You know you can do better is but you don’t want better you just want him. Just him. Because nobody can replace him. You really thought he was the one didn’t you? Each time you took him back you told yourself and everyone around you ‘this time is different, he’s changed?’ But he never did, did he? You made so much excuses for him because you were so stuck on making him the person you always wanted him to be instead of facing reality. It sucks huh? You think of him all day while not one thought of you goes through his mind. He’s moved on while your struggling to breathe. He was the one nobody could even begin to compare. His laugh his smile his flaws all were perfect to you. He made you feel complete and now? Well your shattered, broken, lost, confused, that someone who was once your life is gone, it hurts huh? The thought him loving someone else who isn’t you. The thought of them together, telling her the words he once told you your left with nothing but memories. Even his name had the ability to break your heart into little pieces it’s the little thing you took for advantage that you’d just kill to have back. -I hate this”