If someone told me this, I’d prob cry

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@fahg
If someone told me this, I’d prob cry
I miss the version of life that felt softer before I learned how temporary things are.
i don’t know when or how everything between us became so complicated, so heavy…all i ever wanted was something simple.
i just wanted to talk to you all day, to tell you every tiny detail about my day — the boring parts, the funny moments, the little things that reminded me of you. i wanted to listen to your whole day too, even the parts you thought were unimportant or boring, because they were pieces of your life — and anything that belonged to you mattered to me. i loved everything connected to you.
i wanted to make you laugh when you were tired, to be the reason you smiled at your phone after a long day.
i wanted to love you loudly, gently, constantly. not in a complicated way.
just in a “let me be your safe place, let me be your peace” kind of way. but somehow, something that felt so soft and natural turned into something heavy, distant, and painfully complicated. and i don't know why.
And life went on. It was not the same, but it went on.
—Vincent van Gogh, in a letter to Theo, his brother (Drenthe, 12 October 1883)
have you ever thought that the people most on your mind are often the most absent from your life?
Marisa Walz, from her book titled "Good Intentions," originally published in February 2026
I break my own heart by expecting people to be as attached to me as I am to them.
God, please don't be too hard on me. I don't have any shoulders to cry on. I'm doing this alone.
detaching instead of crashing out
i promise i won’t call but i’ll always answer