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makenzi

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thelovewhisperer
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thesecretletter
It was so easy for you to put your hands on me because this wasn’t love. You didn’t love me. You thought that’s what you wanted it to be. They say “if you can’t be with the one you love, love the one you’re with” . And that’s exactly what you did. If this was love , I would have had to say something as bad as the other girls did. But all it took was me being there in your room for you to decide that it was time for me to be shown who’s boss & who has control. Stop pretending like this is killing you. Like that hurt you. It wasn’t out of love. You knew I wouldn’t fight back. You knew I couldn’t beat you. And you’re stronger than me. You fucking knew and you did it anyway. I’ll never really forgive you for that. Not that it matters now, but you hurt more than just my body, you broke my fucking heart.. yet I’m still here. Planing a wedding with you.

Your secrets are safe here (via thelovewhisperer)

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5000letters
Someone will tell you that she’s seeing someone someday and that she’s happy and your hands will stop working. You’ll have to work hard to hold onto whatever you’re holding. I hope it’s not glass, I hope it’s not breakable. Suddenly you’ll remember everything that you ever loved about her. Everything that ever moved you to tears, made your insides feel like they were tying themselves into knots. That she was loyal, that she was open for you, that she smiled against your mouth when you kissed. That it felt easy, like God had put the two of you together deliberately, like it had been the plan all along. But for whatever reason, you let her go and you thought that it was the right thing and for a little while, it felt like you knew exactly what you were doing. Except now all the parts of you that touched her knows that you’re never going to be able to touch her again and that hurts. Even your fingers are sad, even your stomach is aching from the loss of it all. You’re never going to get that again and that’s why your regret looks like artwork that would have been masterpiece if you’d finished it. Your regret looks like plucking a flower before it’s bloomed. So maybe you’ll call her and you’ll tell her that you miss her and she’ll sound gentle on the phone but not in love with you anymore. She’ll say ‘we happened and we were important but you let me go, I’m sorry, but you let me go’ and that’s how you’ll know.

Azra.T  (via 5000letters)