I miss you.
I hate you, but I miss you.
My brain has been playing a game
Of tug of war with my heart
Ever since the day you left.
I wish I could say I no longer need you
But you knew how to scoop the pieces of my broken soul
Into your own cupped hands.
In a way that no one else can.
And I really fucking miss that.
To this day, no one knows more about me
Than the amount you learned within the first month.
And I think it’s safe to say
I knew more about you
Than possibly even you do.
Because you used to believe your own promises
But I knew you would leave
Since the day we met.
I used to lie next to you and cry while you slept,
Wondering how much time I had left
You see, I was never foolish enough to think you’d stay
I was just never quite ready to say goodbye.
—  Never Quite Ready - V.P.

“Before Emma goes off with Elsa to find Anna, she shares a heartfelt moment with Hook. Too bad Mr. Gold already stole his heart.”

“Emma doesn’t look happy that she’s about to go off without Hook. As a matter of fact she looks heartbroken.”

“Mr. Gold may have his heart but that doesn’t mean Hook and Emma can’t share a heartfelt kiss.”


TV Fanatic, rubbing it in