“I don’t think I want things how they used to be. That would be a lie, or it would require forgetting all these decisions and we can’t do that with the risk of similar mistakes. I was a different person, and so were you (I think I still love that version of you anyways). I just want things to be better, to feel better. To wake up and want to be there and if possible be with you. But I don’t believe in miracles, not really. Just the fact that you once loved me was enough magic for a lifetime, and you know how I feel about letting go.
I’m still trying but at least I can say I don’t love you anymore.
I hope you can stand the late night voicemails and panicked texts; I’m trying to survive.”
I have to stop hoping that one day soon, you’ll wake up and realize that letting me go was your biggest mistake. It only gives me hope in something that is done. Stupid me
“I hope that someday, somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight, and that’s all they do. They don’t pull away. They don’t look at your face. They don’t try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms, without an ounce of selfishness in it.”
