I know when things don’t work out it’s too easy for us to say we weren’t enough and that’s what makes it impossible to feel closure. But just because you don’t marry someone it doesn’t mean they didn’t feel something for you, like a lot, and it doesn’t mean they aren’t going to think about you ever again. Because they are. People who I’ve gone on one date with and decided I never want to see again still cross my mind when I pass a certain restaurant or someone mentions the town that person said they’re from. You’re not forgotten and you didn’t “mean nothing,” I promise you. So just because it’s over, it wasn’t pointless and you aren’t worthless to this person. This person is still going to think about you, probably a lot, even if they already replaced you, even if you really hurt them. That’s just human, you meant something at one point and you will always mean something.
sometimes you don’t heal right. that’s all. they give you a timeline they allow you to feel sympathy and then, at a certain point, it’s “a pity party”. they tell you it wasn’t that deep. that worse things happen to better people and that you’re lucky to have your tongue and your teeth.
last night i cried about dropping a plate but i was crying about getting rejected again but i was crying about getting rejected ever in the first place but i was crying about how i’ll never amount to anything but i was crying about how time doesn’t seem to be working right anymore but i was crying about
my roommate made a face. get over it.
i cut my hands picking up the pieces. that’s how it works, you know. if you handle glass before you’re ready, it only ever serves to make you bleed.
I like that “morning baby” kinda relationship. The no games, great communication, lots of sex, lots of kissing, lots of cuddling, lots of flirting, lots of being goofy kind of relationship. That makes you want to run 100 miles, read books, clean up your bad habits kind of love.
I like clingy. I like when someone purposely grabs my hand to show other people I’m theirs. I like that when something exciting happens during the day, I’m the first person you want to tell. I like coming back to an “I miss you” text message when I’m in class or taking a nap. I like that random call at one in the morning just because you wanted to hear my voice. I little gestures that show I’m important, and you enjoy having me in your life.
