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@terriblexmistake

I heard something the other day that I had never really thought about before. Someone mentioned to me that whenever you catch yourself missing someone who left your life, you should remind yourself that them not being part of your present is a consistent choice they make every day. They wake up and decide to maintain the silence. They’re indifferent as to whether the space between you gets larger. And that in itself is pretty powerful closure.

Looking back, I realise he was never great. But he had so much potential, and I could never forgive myself if I didn’t fight for us. So I turned a blind eye to all the red flags and fell in love with a lie. I romanticized betrayal by calling it a misunderstanding and when I gave my all, only to get nothing in return, I still called it compromising.

- C. H.

“i am not the person you left behind anymore i have new favorite songs, a new favorite color, new bad habits my hair is different, my heart is different, my soul is different the scars on my heart are now stars i am shining brighter than ever the freckles covering my skin are a map of my future and my past i am lighter than ever my smile tells stories of the places i’ve been i am happier than ever i’m not the person you left behind anymore remanence of the past still lingers but there is no one left here to miss”
Source: wnq-writers
“If you walk away, whether by choice or with hands tied behind your back, you can still feel. You can still ache. You can still break. You are allowed to still hurt. You are allowed to still miss the things and people you leave behind. You can can miss their laugh at midnight, the way they pour their milk and cereal, and how they touch every part of your skin. You can miss their eyes staring through you, the way their heart beats along to yours, and how they choose their fruits at the grocery store. You can miss their lips full of stories, the way they dance to their favorite songs, and how they hold you when you are breaking down. Yes, you can still miss the people and the things that used to keep you warm at night, even if they aren’t good for you. You are allowed to feel the pain when they are no longer here, when things change. You are allowed to still miss the things you walk away from.”
Source: mingdliu