I’m never going to stay up all night on the phone with him, and I’m still trying to get used to the fact that the next person he holds won’t be me.
He’s never going to text me, and I’m still trying to train myself to stop wondering if there’s even a slightest chance he would.
—  a.a.
I wonder… m.k.j.
Still aching.

Do I have to worry because I still miss the good times with my lousy ex? It’s been almost a year now and there are still phases in which I desperately want those times back.

There are still moments that hurt.so.much. Like, when I listen to a certain song or think about things we did together.

Iiii… don’t think it’s about him anymore? I hate him so much for what he did. Honestly, whenever I see him and he greets me, I feel like ripping his head off.

I’m just wondering if I’ll ever get over the whole thing. If I’m ever able to fall in love again that deeply.

I don’t want him to be that guy I just can’t get over because he doesn’t deserve that status AT ALL. I just don’t know how to help myself. Most of my friends are married, some are with kids already. They no longer care about me.

It’s so hard to stay positive when you’re the only one who fails at any relationship.

People get drunk. They kiss the wrong people. And pretend to be okay. People will do anything to distract their heart. They will do anything to distract it from missing someone.
She laughed so hard—
so happy and loud
as she sprinkled
rainbow vibes
around,
and yet only
the moon
witnessed
all her
silent cries—
whenever
her heart
felt lonely
at night.
—  ma.c.a // Under the Stars
I think you need to fall in love with the wrong person. I think you need to fight and cry and sweat and bleed and fail. I think you need to have bad relationships and bad breakups. I think you need all of that so that when the right person and the right relationship finally comes along, you can sigh with relief and say, “Ah yes. That is how it’s supposed to feel.
—  Anonymous
I hope that someday, somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight, and that’s all they do. They don’t pull away. They don’t look at your face. They don’t try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms, without an ounce of selfishness in it.
I’m trying to get over you, I’m trying so goddamned hard. And some mornings I wake up and think, yes, maybe I finally am free. Free from my echoing thoughts of you. Free from the constant battle of loving you and losing you. But then other mornings I wake up and all I can think about is how your eyes look with sunlight in them and how your face looks just before you break into a smile.
Maybe we aren’t meant to be together, maybe not now, maybe not ever.
And I don’t wanna have a single grain of hope, because blessed are those with no expectations.
But sometimes I think against my own will that what if we break all the laws?
Maybe we’ll forget each other soon but what if we meet again someday in the future, and in one look we’ll feel the ache in our hearts of our incomplete love, and maybe then I’ll be right for you, and you’ll be right for me?
Maybe we are meant to be together, maybe not now, but maybe someday.
I miss you a lot and I don’t know if you miss me at all but if you do then please give me a sign. I wish I knew what it felt like to be missed instead of it being the other way round.
—  Tenari Ioapo // Does anyone else miss someone a little too much?