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@bymeraki
It hurts so fuckin bad knowing I’ll soon be nothing to someone who was my first and only everything
The girl I used to be died that summer of 2019. Everyone noticed the change, but no one ever knew the reason.
Sometimes I wonder what kinda woman she would’ve become. Surely a much happier, healthier one.
Where those weird old dudes that’ll pay chicks just to do nothing?? I want one 🙏
I don’t play hard to get, but I’m definitely hard to get rid of. Just ask my ex!
Does distance truly make the heart grow fonder, or does it leave room for the mind to wander?
Wait okay so crazy realization that I actually do in fact feel much better after I stopped talking to him lmao
can someone manifest him back for me now please?? 😭🙏
I’ve spent far more of my life thinking about how and when I’d kill myself than thinking about my future, and I think that perfectly sums up why I am where I am in life.
I know it’s a terrible thought, but part of me wishes you died. I wish you were gone in a way that makes hope impossible. Because grieving someone who’s still alive, still somewhere out there, still capable of coming back, feels like trying to mourn with the wound left open.
He still loves me. That’s what makes it harder to let go. Because if the love had died, maybe this stupid, desperate hope would’ve died with it.
I saw you again last night in my dreams, and for a few quiet hours I forgot you ever left. I held you closer than I should have, desperately memorizing the feeling before the sun could wake me, knowing that when I opened my eyes, I’d lose you all over again.
when my friends keep yelling “stopsleepingwithyourex” but my name is Carissa so I lwk ignore them
I miss you. Truthfully, I’d been missing you long before we broke up. I miss when you didn’t just feel like my boyfriend, but like my best friend. I miss when we actually talked, actually texted, when being around each other felt easy and fun. I miss when I could talk to you and actually felt heard. I miss when you’d really talk to me too and tell me about your day, your thoughts, the little things on your mind. I miss when time together actually felt like we were together, not just next to each other. I miss that far more than the sex, the kissing, or even falling asleep beside each other at night.
You are the person I should not keep,
but also the person I cannot lose.
letting go of you feels like letting go of my own heartbeat.
I love you too much to leave you.
But I cannot be just friends when my heart still belongs to you.
But I also cannot be with you after being the one who hurt you.