missing him

I miss you. I won’t admit that to your face, or over text, but right now my heart feels like it’s shattering over and over again and I just want you right now.
—  An excerpt from a book I’ll never write. (#60)
I like how I didn’t look for you. You just came in like a raging storm and my world was forever changed.
—  another-broken-hello
I don’t miss you as much anymore. Sometimes you cross my mind but not like you use to. I remember when I thought that I couldn’t live without you and looking back on it, you were the best and worst thing that happened to me. Its been hard, its been so hard to get over you but looking back on it time passes, and the more you live your life and create new habits, you get used to not having a text message every morning saying, ‘Hello, beautiful. Good morning.’ You get used to not calling someone at night to tell him how your day was. You replace these old habits with new habits. As time goes on, you get better, but only with time. You still see them and a spark is there, your mind still races when you see them, its going to, you use to love that person with every inch of your soul, with every emotion you could possibly have. Its just not the same anymore.
— 

@livingpreppywearingpearls

Kaitlyne Smith

I miss you. That doesn’t change. It’ll never change. No matter how much I seem to ‘move on’, I will never stop missing you.
—  another-broken-hello

3.12.16 / 7:21 am

i could never be her
you never
spoke about me the way you did
about her

She
was fascinated
by the same things
i was
but she
she could express it

She looked at the world
in a way
different than i
and you were fascinated by that
not
by
me

I told you
we all have our person
and i knew she was yours
but, damn,
you were mine

—  the things i could never tell you / will i ever be enough? (via — @makwadeo)

There’s only ever been one person I’ve looked at and thought … “I could quite easily spend the entire rest of my life with that man”.


And sooner or later I need to accept that he’s spending it with somebody else.

—  Ranata Suzuki