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I break my own heart by expecting people to be as attached to me as I am to them.

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This.

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“I think too deeply about everything. I still don’t know if that allows me to see more of the world, or less of it.”

— Mobeen Hakeem

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“you’re my best friend, now i’ve got no one to tell i’ve lost my best friend.”

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The day she stopped expecting him to be the man she thought he could be was the day she reclaimed her freedom. She stopped imagining the potential of who he might become and started accepting the reality of who he actually was. She stopped praying he’d change and started praying for the strength to let go. She stopped fighting for a relationship that only survived because she kept breathing life into it. Loving him was never the problem… losing herself while loving him was. And once she realized that, the decision became easy. She didn’t leave because she wanted to… she left because staying was slowly killing her spirit. And sometimes the bravest thing a woman can do is choose herself, even when her heart still remembers his name.

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“I know that you miss me, and that you wish things would have gone differently, or that we would have had more time. But do you think you are the only one who has been taken for granted? Do you think that just because I am trying to move on means that I no longer love you? Because no amount of months filled with silence that are put in-between us will ever change the fact that I still love you and always will. We were both so selfish when we first met. We never seemed so be on the same page, let alone the same topic. I was always waiting for you to speak first while you were always waiting for me to touch you. I am sorry for this mess that we both made. This mess that is too heavy for either of our hands to clear. But everyday we are pushing through these heaps of cruel words and mislead assumptions, and everyday we are realizing that not even love could make enough noise to fill in the silence that we created for ourselves. I’m trying to think of new ways to apologize to you, to tell you that I do not think you are the only one to blame. But as I write out letters of regret I am always left with a blank ending, an empty pen, new reasons to why we should have waited. I spend most of my time looking for my courage in the things you left behind. I’m trying to find it because I want to use it for when you come back. I want to apply it so you can see that I am not all talk but over analyzed actions. I want you to think better of me like you did before you were in front of me. I want to be your muse again, your perfected poetry, your everything is still good thoughts. Maybe I will use this mess of bitter thoughts and passive aggressive confessions in your next letter. Maybe this will help you understand a little bit more to why it is that I’m still holding on. Maybe you’ll write back. Maybe you’ll come back. Maybe you’ll help me come to terms with our love suffering in the way that it did. And maybe, just maybe this will help you see that even though it feels like I’m moving on, I’m somehow still right beside you.”

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