and heartbreaking

My feelings just changed. I had been waiting for you to realize you couldn’t go another day without me. I had played out every excuse you could of had for putting all that time between us. Missing you had become second nature to me. And somewhere in the last year, when I never got that phone call, and you never showed up at my window, and we never ran into each other, I just stopped feeling like I needed you so much.
I keep saying I’ll move on at a certain point but darling you and I both know that even if you decided to show up after I decide to move on, I’d still take you into my arms again.
—  T.G. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #156
This is not going to make me happy. I can see where this is headed. I am going to be broken and left alone, like last time. Like every time. I need to get over me. I need to get over you. I need to get out to get back in. I can’t. I can’t give up. I need to, though. Save myself. But maybe, for now we can pretend. And I can try.
I won’t glorify or romanticize heartbreak, for me it was a kind of death and I was forced to keep living.
—  Warsan Shire
It always kind of felt like you wanted to be on your own,
Not that we were ever really together.
And I guess I can’t get mad at you for dancing around with other shadows when we never really shared our feelings in words, but I sure can be angry that you kissed them right in front of my face.
I stayed with you though,
Even when ‘I love you’ was dangling on the edge of your lips, and you couldn’t let them go.
Something about commitment scared you more than the possibility of losing me.
I remember one day when you were really high and I was wrapped in your arms, you said that no one meant anything to you. And when I replied with 'What about me?’ all you did was repeat 'No one’.
That played in my head for days, and each time hurt ten times more than any of your words ever could.
But you still reached for my hand every now and then,
And you still expected me to fall to my knees when your lips tasted sweet instead of tasting like poison.
But I can’t just kiss you goodnight and pretend to not hear the remarks that left my heart suffering.
—  I wish I never met you last September. 
I’m pretty sure I miss him more than our memories. Because when I think of him, I don’t think of the moments we’ve been through, I think about how he laughs, how he tells funny dumb stories, basically I think about everything he is. And it hurts when I think of the memories but it stings so much more when I think of him.
—  g.l
When we walk together, I want to take hold of your hand and hope you feel safe. Safe in the knowledge that with me, you’ll always be free from heartache and tears. But more than this, I want to place your hand against my chest so you can feel the beating of my heart. I want you to really feel where these words come from and understand they are more than just words, but an everlasting feeling from a place which beats for you.
—  J. Greenaway