I’m afraid to tell you that I miss you because I know you won’t say it back.
—  💜

“Why do you still care about her after what she did to you?”

“Because it doesn’t work like that. Giving a shit about someone that you give a shit about, doesn’t just evaporate the second that they fuck up.”

—  the magicians

Part of me wishes I could destroy you,
Make you feel the way I do.
I’d carve myself into you like a tattoo
And I would ruin you.

But I couldn’t be as cruel as you,
Yours is a path I wouldn’t ever pursue.
All you’ve done you can’t simply undo
And I never want to be like you.

—  K.N.B.
Sometimes I wonder if I should tell you all that goes on in my head. Because honestly, I know you have no idea. But I just can’t. Bringing it up, bringing up what happened? It hurts. It hurts me like nothing ever has before. It’s easier to keep pretending like it never happened, and just deal with it myself instead. But months have gone by and I’m scared. How many months will go by with me still remembering what you did, until my heart can’t take the pain you caused anymore?
—  Will this be what takes us down?