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“Long after I’ve given up, my heart still searches for you without my permission.”

“a piece of me still loves you, a part of me still holds onto us. unable to let go, unable to clear my mind of you. unable to peel off your name that’s engraved in my heart and the heaviness that follows with every letter that falls all the memories and all the laughter. All the love. Not wanting to cut the cord that connects me with you Not wanting to forget the way you used to look at me and the butterflies that made it hard to breathe but helped me learn to fly again. Not willing to let go of the map that leads to you cause our paths were meant to intersect I ran in the opposite direction but Everything leads back to you, and the way you kissed me that night. My first kiss, my first love. More than anything wanting you to be my last. But this time seems like the last, I need to let you go because you already did you are not there you are not here and I need to remind my heart that you are not mine anymore.”

“I loved you in a way I wished someone would love me.”

“i met you and i knew you were a storm and i was calm like the sea i knew you’d bring along destruction but maybe i did it for the excitement so i let you in, waiting for you to pound like a lion i, your weak prey but it was fun while it lasted you made me feel adrenaline and when you left, i became a little more fearless”

i am terrified that twenty years from now i will still look back and feel an ache when i remember the boy who broke my heart all those years ago. and i’ll somehow still miss you. but for you, i’ll probably be just one of the many girls you dated when you were young. you’ll look back and only remember a foggy memory of me; my face, a blurry vision in your mind.

“Take care of him. Please.”

“You think you’ve seen her naked because she took her clothes off? Tell me about her dreams. Tell me what breaks her heart. What is she passionate about, and what makes her cry? Tell me about her childhood. Better yet, tell me one story about her that you’re not in. You’ve seen her skin, and you’ve touched her body. But… you still know as much about her as a book you once found, but never got around to opening.”

“In a way, you didn’t deserve how hard I tried to hold onto you, how hard I tried to get you to stay. Yet at the same time, I know I would’ve regret it had I not tried.”

“I didn’t want us to end up like this. This is exactly what I was afraid of. I didn’t want us to act like strangers, or maybe even less because we can’t even hold eye contact, because we can’t ever talk again, because we can’t ever know each other again. And maybe I loved you so much that I wish we hadn’t fallen in love, just so I could have kept you by my side, even if it wasn’t as a lover.”

“The difference between giving up and letting go. Is that giving up is because of anger, and letting go is because of love.”

“When there are more tears than smiles, leave. When there are more fights than jokes, leave. When it hurts more than it feels good, leave. They don’t have the right to destroy you just because you love them. And loving them doesn’t mean you have to stay.”

I will not wait for you

“They say, “It’s his loss.” They’re right. You lost more than I did, even if you don’t realize it. I lost someone who didn’t care about me. You lost someone who cared more about you than she ever will. So don’t call me when it hits you. Don’t call me when you change your mind. I loved you, but you lost me.”