i think the worst part is that i’m still here. i think the worst part is that if you came back, even five years from now, i’d fall into your arms again. i think the worst part is that i’d run away with you. i think the worst part is that i was part of a chapter in your life that’s been finished, and you have no interest in revisiting it. i think the worst part is that i thought you were being honest. i think the worst part is that i trusted you. i think the worst part is that i let you kiss me, and now i can’t get you out of my mouth. i think the worst part is that i actually thought you would catch me. i think the worst part is that you know. i think the worst part is that you don’t care. i think the worst part is that i gave you everything you asked for because i needed you to stay. i think the worst part is that you don’t think of me. i think the worst part is that i can’t make you love me. i think the worst part is that i wouldn’t love me either.
excerpt from a book i’ll never write (via compljcated)












