maybe someday i'll make it again

“I despise you,” she said
“I hope that one day you get that same feeling in your stomach that I got whenever I looked at you. And I hope you fall in love with whoever it is you fall in love with and I hope she breaks your heart. And I hope that you someday maybe begin to understand the heartache that YOU put me through. Now you just make me sick.” She spit out while walking out the door.
He knew exactly what she was talking about. He had broken her heart too many times before to even begin to mend it ever again.
She knew she wouldn’t regret walking out that damn door. He had never loved her, only ever showed he ‘loved’ her when he wanted something. And even then he didn’t show it very well.
—  Excerpt of a story I’ll never write #1 ( @biancas-books )
Indefinite Hiatus;

I’m sure some people have noticed that I haven’t been around lately again, and I wanted to further explain myself before going on an indefinite hiatus. Please bear with me, as I don’t know if this will come off as me venting or ranting, but I feel this is all stuff I need to say and want to get across to everyone.

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And I hope someday, years after that day, we meet again. And maybe then we’ll be right for each other, maybe then we’ll need each others and never leave one another’s side, maybe we’ll realise how wrong it was to split up and maybe then, just maybe, everything will be different and we could make it work again
—  Excerpt from a book I will never write #178

i refuse to apologize for the way i love you. i will not feel any remorse for the way you make my veins feel like they’re on fire, for the way you make me feel like im flying even when i wish to stop breathing. i will not stop trying to make you smile, to make you want breathe and feel alive again. i will never regret the way i love you, and i hope someday soon you see it, and that maybe underneath it all, that you might just love me too.

I’ll be okay someday. I will be. I think you know that but you’re not concerned with how hard it is or how long it will take anymore, since you’ve found yourself new happiness.
I want you to know that I still dream about you and you cross my mind at the most inconvenient moments and the memories don’t make me smile like they used to because they’re all I have left of you and I’ll never make any more with you.
I want you to know that I’ll be okay someday but that it’s a long, hard, road to that day.
I want you to know that you’ll probably think of me one day but hopefully by then, I’ll have finally found that okay and maybe even happiness again.
I want you to know that we were and could have continued to be something wonderful but you wanted something else and that’s okay too because I’ll be okay someday. I will be.
—  excerpt from a book ill never write #2
  • Chris Colfer: Hi!
  • Fan at Bexley High School: Chris, I love your singing voice and you're so handsome. Will you ever sing again?
  • Chris: Aw, thank you! I think so, someday, yeah. I would like to, yeah. My dream would be to do a—
  • Fan: I'm hearing-impaired, but I can still hear your voice. I can't—I can't get enough of it! We have to hear you sing again.
  • Chris: Oh, well thank you so much, thank you. Just for you, I'm going to try to make that album. I would love to do—my dream would be to do a cover album, with some sort of charitable tie-in to it. So maybe one day, I'll be able to do that.
I got myself to delete an old conversation between us today on Snapchat. It wasn’t much, just enough to make me upset.“ She murmurs quietly.
“That’s good.” Her friend replied.
“I still can’t bring myself to erase the messages that make me cry, though.”
“Why not?”
“Well,” she started. “They remind me of when I was happy. With him. I’m still holding onto the thought that maybe, possibly, someday he’ll make me happy like that again. I know it won’t happen, but is it so bad to dream?
—  Is it so bad to dream? // May rewrite this sometime soon