Recuperatedsoul

I break my own heart by expecting people to be as attached to me as I am to them.

That feeling you get in your stomach when your heart’s broken. It’s like all the butterflies just died.

It’s not that I won’t fall in love again. I think I can. I’m silly and naive like that. I fall so damn easily. Even though I know I’ll never love someone the way I love him but I think I can love again. But I do know that, it’s not worth it because no one will ever fall for me. It’s always going to be the same story for me. Unrequited love. You see I fall too easily but I’m so fucking hard to love. So it’s better this way, being alone.

Understanding is the first step to acceptance, and only with acceptance can there be recovery.

“i am finding my way back to myself again. slowly, patiently, intricately. i am finding roads in between my heart and my mind that connect. i am finding melodies that taste good on my soul. i stray and i take detours occasionally, but i am finding my way back to myself again.”

Tonight I am hurting; consumed by the aching in my chest that longs only for you.