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@anqophora
more and more things happen just to show just how much you weren't here for 3 years. you checked out completely. you don't have a clue what happened outside of you're little double life, all the things i accomplished, my firsts, my big steps towards a career i loved, my goals being completed, decisions and choices and moves. you just went along pretending you heard me while all you could think about is wanting to be somewhere else with someone else. now you question why i didn't tell you about me, i did, i have, several times. your memories are blank about us because they were too busy entertaining the possibility of someone else.
Aphrodite
Goddess of love and beauty.
“And you will be surprised by the things that you will learn to live with.”
— Helaena C Moon @ http://hapless-hollow.tumblr.com/ (via hapless-hollow)
Grounded.
𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒔 ~ ☀️
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remember when you used to come to me? i remember us chatting away all night, or going out for drives, or getting late night food and sitting in a park eating and laughing for hours. remember? how you told me i was your best friend and you were so attached to me, and you apologized for being clingy? how i told you you felt like home and being around you all day wasn't a bother but a comfort. remember?
now, i'm alone in this house. when we are together we are silent, we don't hold each other or talk, we don't go out to get late night food and sit in a park laughing for hours, you don't come to me to hang out, you don't even tell me about your day or hold my hand... and i am so lonely here waiting for you to remember me.
Herbert James Draper (1863-1920), Autumn, oil on canvas, 69 x 57 cm. In a private collection.
Details : The Ninth Wave, 1850, by Ivan Aivazovsky.