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“Maybe I wanted to cause you the same hurt that you had caused me. Maybe that was the awfulness of it all. Or maybe I just wanted to forget. Forget the way that you had taken my joy and twisted it into something ugly. Maybe I wanted to relearn to hope and love and to not be scared of it all. Maybe I just wanted to move on and let go of whatever was making me hold on.”
— Sue Zhao
“Sometimes feelings are so good you wish they’d never happened just so you can experience it for the first time again.”
— Jessica Marie, The First Time
I’m not gonna ask more to question what’s going on. I feel enough.
I dont need a touch
I just want to build a connection
I dont want a small talk
I want to have a conversation
I dont want to be drunk for nothing
I just want to reveal my sober heart.
Writing a journal is a cure for me to open with myself when i need to talk and nobody seems want to talk with me. I just try to be honest with myself and its a form of selflove.
Sometimes talking or chatting with stranger in a real life is much better. Cause they want to listen. Or at least if they dont intended to, they try to listen. Stranger that wants to open conversation with you is everything. They trust in us and they try to know about something new. But the important thing is, they brave and they believe in compassion. They have positive attitudes, they always think in a good side. They know how to handle an unwanted situation. They are just what human should be.
It’s my prejudice or he’s just too tired? I just hate waiting my phone to ring.
Good night universe.
Baby breath❤️
This is the time when you know your existance is nothing compared to his memory about his past.
And this is the time when your existance does not heal a broken hearted guy.
And to leave might be the best thing to do
Cause wheter you are there with him or not, it does not make any differences to him.
Is it called love?
Love which consumes me until my bones ached and collapsed under the strain of such affection
Until I walk to the farthest ocean but come back with wet, heavy clothes and starving.
”Love me until my bones collapsing under the strain of such affection.”
“I think,“ she said, "the greatest heartbreaks are the ones that you never saw coming. "They take you by surprise, when you’re totally unprepared. "They hurt,” she said, “because you never imagined that they would happen. They hurt because you never imagined that they could.””
— Sue Zhao
“I wanted to ask him: Did he think about me? Ever? Often? At all? And if he did, what did he think about? Was it my laugh? Or how I fidgeted when I was nervous? Was it my voice? Or my mouth, or my favourite song? Did he think about the way that I argued? The way that I closed up? And how, after it all, I always opened myself to him again? Did he think about the ways that I annoyed him? Like when I was proud and stubborn and cold? Did he wish that I would be different? Or did he shake his head and let it rest? I wanted to ask did he think about me? Because I thought about him. Frequently. Constantly. Because I thought about him more than he’d ever know.”
— Sue Zhao
“The thought of him with her - of them together - embedded in each other’s arms like two jigsaw pieces - tore through me. I couldn’t stand it. I wondered how he spoke to her; whether he was gentle like he was with me; whether he listened to her stories and committed them to memory; whether he danced with her in the middle of the street; whether he knew about her dreams. I wondered if he thought of her while grocery shopping; wrote her love letters; whether she inspired him; whether she brought out the best in him and challenged him. I wondered whether she was brave; kind; compassionate. I wondered whether she made him happy. But… then again it was none of my business - none of my business who he kissed, or held - or laughed with - or spun round in the streets - or woke up next too - or had feelings for - or made memories with - or loved. It was none of my business who he loved. And it killed me. It really did.”
— Sue Zhao
None of my business
And it killed me. It really did.
How to go on with the life
How to just do it
How to ignore the reality
while you know how it ends and you know you just wait for this mountain of heart to erupt, massively.
“You hate him for what he did, but you miss him.”
— Rachel Hawkins, Hex Hall
