mine: doctor who 3

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.
8

After everything we’ve been through, Doctor. Everything. You can’t just drop me off at my house and say goodbye like we’ve shared a cab. And what’s the alternative? Me standing over your grave? Over your broken body? Over Rory’s body?

10

         best of: amy pond
“you know when sometimes you meet someone so beautiful, and then you actually talk to them, and five minutes later they’re as dull as a brick? then there’s other people, and you meet them and think, not bad, they’re okay. and then you get to know them, and their face just sort of becomes them, like their personality’s written all over it. and they just turn into something so beautiful.”

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.