The thing is though, I’m not still around because I think there’s any hope for us, exactly the opposite. I know we will never be, so I’m sparing myself the ache of sudden separation and removing myself slowly, softly. So that one day when you won’t be there anymore, I won’t feel like the world has imploded. It will have merely changed seasons and look a bit different.
Diary Of A Heartbreak, Day 319 (via diary-of-a-heartbreak)











