Sometimes it’s not the person you miss; it’s the feeling you had when you were with them.

he sad thing is we’re never happy with what we’ve got. We’re silly, selfish and naive always believing that things could be so much better when really, this is the best it’ll get. It’s no wonder why love never lasts. It’s because we’re always taking it up that notch and expecting something magnificent. Perfect. Well let me tell you something – there’s no such thing as perfection.

I finally learned what life’s about: hanging on when your heart’s had enough and giving more when you want to give up.

I’m scared to move on because I’m worried that the second I’m happy with someone else, you’ll pop up and ruin it. Ruin it by telling me that you want me and that you’re sorry, and that you like me “kinda a lot,” and that you miss me “kinda a lot.” I’m worried that I’ll get so confused because I’ll be so happy with him, but of course I’ll still want you, and that will make me start crying all the time, end up losing the best relationship I ever had, just to have you get bored again and move onto some trashy girl. The worst part about all of this? I can see you doing it because you want me hooked, you want me as an option, even if it’s an option you’ll never take.

It’s like you hear a song on the radio, but you’ve gotta see what else is playing before you decide you actually want to listen to that song. What happens if a great song came on and you missed it though, so you flip back, but all you get is the news. It’s like going from something to nothing.

In real life, saying the right thing at the right moment is beyond crucial. So crucial, in fact, that most of us start to hesitate, for fear of saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. But lately what I’ve begun to fear more than that is letting the moment pass without saying anything. But if you know how you feel and so clearly know what you need to say, I don’t think you should wait. I think you should speak now.

I knew that I never meant a thing to you, I knew what you said to me wasn’t the truth. Maybe you just wanted someone, anyone so you chose me and then once you had me, you left me all alone to pick up the pieces that you broke.

All the mistakes in the world couldn’t measure up to the day I thought I could trust you.

I may have been walking away, but the whole time I was praying you’d hold me back. You’d grab my wrist and yell in my face why I need you and how you love me. I wanted you to fight for me.

In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.

My heart, it feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it’s trying to escape because it doesn’t belong to me any more. It belongs to you, and if you wanted it, I’d wish for nothing in exchange – no gifts. No goods. No demonstrations of devotion. Nothing but knowing you loved me too. Just your heart, in exchange for mine.

That’s the thing about relationships. Sometimes they look prettier from the outside, and what’s inside can be different than it seems.

I remember a lot about us. Those memories are faded now, but I wont forget them.

Sometimes there is nothing to be said. Sometimes nothing should be said. I just want to find someone who won’t run away. Someone to look me in the eyes and tell me it’s okay that things don’t always go right.

When you develop an infatuation with someone, you always find a reason to believe that this is exactly the person for you.

Let’s get something straight here. I loved you. I loved you with everything I had in me. But it was never good enough for you, I was never good enough for you. I would have done anything to keep you by my side, but you pushed me away for so long that I gave up. I’m walking away from this and I can promise I’m never looking back. It’s gong to hurt, and it’s going to be tough, but I can’t keep on going with the way things are between us. It’s over and it’s been over for the longest time. We both just didn’t want to believe it. As much as it kills to say this, we aren’t meant to be in each others’ lives anymore. We aren’t the same two people we used to be. We’ve changed. You’re not the same boy I fell in love with. That boy, well, he’s gone. So what’s the point of loving him if he doesn’t exist anymore? I wanted to be with the guy who fought for me more than anyone had ever, the guy who led me to believe when I was with him, I had nothing to worry about, the guy who I thought was different from all the rest. But it turns out, I was completely wrong. You left me so many times when I needed you the most. Every time I begged you to stay, you always found a reason to leave. So now, as you sit here to beg me not to let go, I, for once, can’t think of a reason to stay. Yeah, I do love you, but being in love with you isn’t enough anymore. Our love isn’t enough anymore. I have to walk away from this, even though it’s probably going to destroy me.

The people who hurt me the most were the people who swore they never would.

The reason I can’t get myself into a relationship, no matter how hard I try, no matter how bad I want to: I’m scared. I’m not scared of getting hurt… I’m scared of hurting someone else.

Life takes your dreams and turns them upside down. Friends talk about you when you’re not around. People make promises that they never keep, and I’ve come to realize that talk is cheap.

Hope is always there. When things aren’t going well, you feel something inside saying that things will soon get better; a hope for good things to come. Hope is there when you first have a crush on someone, it’s the electricity type feeling when you get to see that person; when you’re smiling because of them. It’s that feeling that, well, maybe this person is going to be that person…maybe this is going to be something amazing. It’s the hope that something will come from something simple.

2 Responses

  1. “Sometimes it’s not the person you miss; it’s the feeling you had when you were with them.” Is my favorite quote from this (:

    • Thanks for the feedback!!! (:

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