Love-Letter

Hope is the demon that ties us to our past.
The longer hope stays, the longer we dwell.
To kill all lingering memories and thoughts, kill hope.
If hope is dead, attachment is dead, and only then can we move on.
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-I held onto hope for so long that forgot how to be happy without you.


-m.t.t.

I hope my absence hits you. I hope it hits you so hard that you can never get back up.
— 

-I won’t be there to help you up anymore.

-m.t.t.

This is for you:

I miss you like hell. I know that maybe right now there isn’t enough room for me in your life and that’s okay. It’s not something you need to apologize for because I love you too goddamn much to ever want you to do anything but what makes you happy. So I hope you’re happy and I hope that wherever it is you are, you find yourself smiling even on the bad days. I hope that you have people who never let you forget that you are loved. Because you are loved and you deserve to know it.

I’m crossing my fingers that I’ll see you again soon. Until then, I wish you laughter and good times. Until then, I want you to know that you don’t need to apologize for anything. Maybe this is how it’s supposed to be. You there and me here and both of us sharing our lives with other people but not with each other.
I guess what I’m trying to say is- I’m hoping that the universe will give us another chance. I’ve always believed deeply in second chances and perhaps someday we could try again, and if it happens that we cannot, then remember this- I have loved you from beginning to end. I will always.

—  This Is For You // thewordsyouneverunderstood
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“I don’t know how to write love letters,” Frida Kahlo wrote in 1946. “But I wanted to tell you that my whole being opened for you. Since I fell in love with you everything is transformed and is full of beauty… love is like an aroma, like a current, like rain.”

It bothers me that it doesn’t bother you. I’m mad that I’m mad.
—  I wish I didn’t care, but I do, because it’s you.
-m.t.t.
All I have to say is that I think that people don’t exist to complete other people. I think they exist to compliment another person. I think they exist to remind a person who they are, where they came from, where they can go. And maybe I was delusional or confused or reaching blindly for a fantasy that could never have transformed into a reality, but I sure as hell thought that you could’ve complimented me, and I could have you.
—  I guess we’ll never know now. May 7, 2015. 11:13.