April 3, 2013

• You are worthy

  

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  But you’ve traded thoughts of me, for this new life that comes cheap, and I can only pray it falls beneath your feet.

  

  I’m mad at myself, not you. I’m mad for always being nice. I’m mad for always apologizing for things I didn’t do. I’m mad for getting attached. I’m mad for depending on you and wasting my time on you. I’m mad for thinking about you, and most of all for not hating you when I should have.

  

  Part of me will always love you. But it’s okay, because I let you go a long time ago. I hope you’ll have a great life. I know I will.

  

  You can’t ever let go of all the feelings, but you need to let go of him.

  

  You’re the closest thing to perfect but the furthest thing from me.

  

  Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.

  

  You spend all your time preaching about waiting for love. Well here it is, right in front of you, and you’re going to turn your back on it. So I guess we’re just fucked. I’ll move on. But you are going to have to live the rest of your life knowing that you’ve turned your back on love, and that makes you a hypocrite. Have a nice life.

  

  Maybe its not always about trying to fix something broken. Maybe its about starting over and creating something better.

  

  The simple truth: We don’t die from heartbreak. We just wish we did.

  

  No one can tell you what love is. You will simply know it when you feel nothing else.

  

  You deserve to be with somebody who makes you happy. Somebody who doesn’t complicate your life. Somebody who won’t hurt you.

  

  I’ve made you so happy and so sad. But which should I be more sorry for?

  

  The stars are brighter than ever before. They remind her to shine just a little more.

  

  Isn’t it funny how day-by-day, nothing changes, but when you look back, everything’s different?

  

  My greatest fear in life is to not have a big enough impact on someone’s life to always be remembered.

  

  Maybe if I keep pretending to be happy, it’ll actually become real happiness. I haven’t been truly happy ever since you left.

  

  No person has the right to condemn you on how you repair your heart, because no one knows how much you’re hurting.

  

  I hate when I start liking someone, because then I start expecting things out of them.

  

  I can still feel your lips moving across mine, your hands gently holding my waist and your smell lingering on me. It’s been hours since I saw you, but it feels like you never left.

  

  I needed something to go right so badly that I convinced myself it was real. Even though I think, deep down, I knew it wasn’t. I think I knew he was going to leave, I just didn’t want to believe it.

  

  I fell in love with you because of a million tiny things you never knew you were doing.

  

  Won’t you just shut up and stop criticizing yourself? Smile, because you are fucking beautiful.

  

  After a while you can make yourself believe in almost anything. So I’m making myself believe in you.

  

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