You are like a drug.
It’s so hard to move on when every time I try, you creep into my mind, taking me back to a time when we were us.
My clock and weather apps are still set to D.C. Just another thing I can’t change because doing so would mean letting go of you.
And then we take 3 steps back.
My letter to you.
You been reduced to a box underneath my bed. Full of Timber’s tickets, photos, and the letters you wrote to me before it all went away. In many ways the act of taking the mementos down, visibly removing every trace of you, was therapeutic; in others, it was a horrible reminder that you are no longer mine. We’ve been apart for three complete weeks, officially at least. The argument...
My life would be that much easier if you were a douche.
You emailed me a movie trailer. For a movie that is so undeniably me I almost want to vomit. Why did you have to remind me that we were so much more than silly youtube videos. We were a pair that understood each other. We were a set who appreciated so much more than people realized. I miss you T.
Nothing good gets away
Always remember that.
I effing love Thought Catalog
Or maybe you’ll grow distant first. Perhaps you’ll become the Sun and I, the Earth — turning in on myself to revolve around you because you are the light and what keeps me warm. Me rotating around you. Your selfishness so belittling that one day, I’ll become too small to be the Earth. So you’ll take my place, and I’ll become your moon. This is a better fit because some days I’ll appear to be whole...
The distance as manageable as the opportunity was deniable.
It really bothers me that I would put $500 on my credit card in a heartbeat and fly to you if you asked.
I’m living right these days because, in a way, I’m just waiting for you to come...– http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/getting-someone-to-love-you-more/
What Moving On Is Like →
“Moving on is not to destroy or to combust or to set ablaze, it is simply to move, to advance through space and time, to leave behind the familiar dull of heartbreak for the new, the unknown, the strange.”
I miss you more than you know.
The secret of health for both mind and body is not to mourn for the past, nor to...– Siddhārtha Gautama (via arreter) My motto.
From this point onwards, I am going to try my gosh darn hardest to focus on the present and the future. I live too much in the past, torturing myself with memories. I know I’m going to struggle on a daily basis, but this, if anything, is my New Years resolution.
I want you to call me and tell me it was all a mistake; you can try harder and even though we live 3,000 miles away we can and will make it work. But you aren’t going to. And I’m going to sit here and pretend I’m okay with that. I miss you. I miss you. I miss you. I will lie and tell everyone I don’t. I may even tell you that. But I will always carry the knowledge that...
This year has been off to a terrible start. At least there are 11 and a half more months.
He’s in everything I see and do.
I just want you to know that I love you. I have loved you and I will love you.