I loved her as if she had put the stars in the sky, which in a way she did. She put the stars in my sky and cleared the voices in my head, because of her I can finally sleep at night and for that I will always love her..
—  It’s always gonna be her.
I do not write so my voice can be heard. I do not think of myself that highly, that I should be the one to be shouting loudest over everyone else. I write so that you don’t have to. I write so that your words will not fall on deaf ears. I write so that you know you are not alone.
—  g.e. // March 22nd

I talked to this greek guy on the train back from the patd show and he looked like Ryan Ross and he was trying to remember who patd was so I sang I write sins at midnight on the train for Greek Ryan Ross and it was a good time

To the one I love so dearly,

How have you been? I know it has been sometime now that we have been apart. I would be lying if I said I did not miss you. I don’t know what to do, everything seems so much easier when we are with each other. I hate that life is so complicated and there are so many obstacles along the way before you can be truly happy. It’s not the same without you. Not a day goes by that I don’t wish you were here with me. Stay smiling…  I’ll try to do the same. I love you with all my heart.

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Sometimes, it felt as if you were still a part of me.

I could feel you, intertwined with my bones. Draped over the muscles of my heart. Injected into my veins.

Even though you’ve left, physically and whatever emotion we shared is drifting away. Sometimes, the urge to feel you in my arms was so visceral, I swear I could conjure you into existence.

But today, I listened to a song that I normally don’t listen to. It’s about two lovers whose love is just never enough, how their life is a series of almost’s. And it’s made me cry, so much, that I just stopped listening to it. I could hear our fights, our tears, our kisses etched into that story.

I heard it today, and what surprised me was the absence of the tears that I’m used to.

There was a strange sort of resignation that enveloped me, and the urge to be around you wasn’t so visceral.

I think I’ll always love you (our firsts don’t always leave us, do they?), but between all the times I cried over us and grieving over you not being there anymore – I think I learnt to live without you.