but some emotions don't make a lot of noise. it's hard to hear pride. caring is real faint- like a heart beat. and pure love- why some days it's so quiet, you don't even know it's there.

 

 

I'm just fed up of living every day so unhappy. Every day, I can't wait until it gets to the end so I can go to bed and sleep again. But then, when I wake up all I do is look forward to when I can go back to sleep again. That's not how it should be.

I'm sorry things went so downhill. We were so sure things were going to be amazing and spectacular, but now I'm starting to see everything I didn't want to believe. I'm sorry I stopped loving you. I'm sorry you did, too. Maybe things aren't meant to be. I'm going to miss you, but it's time we hold our heads high, bite our lips and get over each other. I think it's the best way. Maybe we'll find someone better. Then again, maybe we won't.

You can’t blame me for trying. I’ve gone through seasons waiting for you with nothing changing but the weather, and I want to say that I’m okay being alone and I want to show you I’m okay being alone, but even if I said it, I wouldn’t mean it. To be quite honest, the only thing getting me through these days is the false hope that things are going to be okay, that they’re going to get better, but without you, I’m never okay.

 

 

 

 

It’s been a long time since I’ve actually enjoyed the sunset. I like all the colors mixing into each other. I am getting better, slowly, and things are starting to look up. Sometimes you might even see me cracking a true honest-to-god smile. It’s rare but it happens more often now. And even if no one else notices, I do. And that is all that really matters.

 

Maybe this is supposed to be the end of us, maybe we are not supposed to reconcile and be friends again. Maybe we were here to teach one another a lesson, and once the lesson was taught we were supposed to leave. You taught me love, lust, pain, and trust. I taught you to never let anyone take advantage of you. And now maybe, just maybe, this is the end for us.

 

 

 

 

Just when you think it’s okay, and you think you’ve accepted it, someone points it out to you, and it hits you all over again, and it’s just as shocking as the first time.

 

 

Maybe it’s not about the happy ending. Maybe it’s about what you do with your time before you get to the end.

I saw him staring at me.
 Not glancing but blatantly staring.
 And I wondered if he was staring at the wreckage he created 
or if maybe, just maybe, he regretted hurting me in the first place.

The best moments in reading are when you come across something, a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things that you’d thought special, particular to you. And here it is, set down by someone else, a person you’ve never met, maybe even someone long dead. And it’s as if a hand has come out and taken yours.

 

 

 

 

 

I always went back to the memories of those nights. The nights that I was the only one on his mind, and he was the only one on mines.

 

 

I miss the days you held me and the days I hear your voice. I miss the days you were there. Us falling apart wasn’t my choice. I miss the days you kissed me and the feelings we used to show. But most of all I miss the guy that I thought I used to know.

 

 

 

No matter what happens the first person you love is the person you will always love. No matter what else comes along he’ll always be on your mind and in your heart, and just when you think you’re over him, you see his face and the feelings are back again.

 

 

I really enjoy spending time with you, even if we’re just going to be sitting around and talking about nothing. There are a million things I love about you, like your nose or the way you smile, the way you look me in the eye, too. And I just get the greatest feeling when I make you laugh. I feel as if my company makes you happy and that’s what I wish for you. For you to be happy. And when I see you laugh at my clumsy ways, it just makes me want to spend the rest of my life with you so I can see that smile on your face.

Her life was beginning to make sense again although she could not admit that she was enjoying it. Her mind was clear and her heart was not constantly as heavy. Only when she thought about him. She knew she would survive it. Eventually the heart repairs.

 

 

 

My heart didn’t break into a thousand pieces after he left. Instead, I realized everything he didn’t do. He didn’t want to hear my stories. He didn’t ask questions. He didn’t smile when I talked to him. He didn’t hug me out of the blue to make me feel good. His hugs were always preamble to something else and after he was gone I began to wonder if he ever really knew me at all.

 

 

 

 

It’s not just a physical attraction, I love him for every single thing he is. Every word he says, every step he takes. This is something that will never die. I have tried to stay reasonable with this, but I just can’t anymore. I just can’t.