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Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.

My tribute for @arcanebarrage. No words can explain the way I love this fic. Thank you so much for all those feelings.

Y’all click here and read it! You won’t regret!

I don’t know what to label us, it keeps on shifting between “could’ve been” and “we never happened” and “WHY DON’T YOU LOOK AT ME THE WAY YOU USED TO ANYMORE”. Most of our conversation are cut short because I know this won’t go the way I wanted, I know you won’t say the words I wanted to hear. Say, maybe I’m a fool for making you left me. Say, maybe I just wanted you to try.

I heard you’re not supposed to move on just because he has but damn what am I supposed to do when he look that happy with her. I know she won’t fuck this up. So maybe it’s not that I don’t know what to label us, maybe I don’t want to label us at all, maybe I just want to shove this to the dustbin, maybe I just can’t take it that he has moved on, maybe I still do love him. But let’s stop with this maybes, all I know is I should stop dramatizing the way he left me. My first question to him was probably “Was it painful to love me?” I should stop wondering when will he came back. He won’t.

—  owlandowly // I took a glance on the hourglass and see the top part empty.
Looking back, I can’t remember the truth. I blew everything out of proportion so I could feel the hurt and betrayal and write about it in vivid detail. It was my own method of torture. My own undoing; and I enjoyed every second of it.
—  c.j.n.

so why don’t we go, somewhere only we know…