I'll always be in love with who we used to be

[i-will-recover-tomorrow]

[undo-my-scars]

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[remanence-of-love]

[fruta-y-menta]

“Esta carta es para darte las gracias, para que sepas que fuiste un placer. Siempre espléndido, siempre paciente. Te agradezco las charlas, las risas y los sueños compartidos. Sigue tu vida sin mí a tu lado, pero conmigo en tu pecho. Si algún día mencionas mi nombre di que yo amaba tu risa y tus silencios cortitos. Di que te amé, que te amé de veras; que te amé como a nadie. Gracias por tanto, mi eterno amor bonito.”

— Coos

[northjupiter]

[aestheticslyrics]

gravity // against the current

[im-barely-surviving-but-its-okay]

[lonely-and--sad]

[earthling555]

“in another universe: we don’t leave the city. my hand is still in yours, and yeah, it’s 9:30pm, but we’re walking in a park. we never have to worry about making it work, because it just does, it always has. and you hold my hand, and (this time) you don’t let go. in another universe: we make it work. you call more often and i stop calling so much. we call it love because love is comfortable, this is just something that happens as time goes on, the spark had to go out eventually, right? we fall into a rhythm and maybe fall out of love, but (this time) it’s enough. in another universe: we never meet. or maybe we do but maybe this time i don’t say yes to going to the park at 9:30pm. i listen to my brain instead of my heart and run at the first sign of returned love. i’ve always been good at that, right? i hold my breath instead of holding your hand, and i don’t let you kiss me on the sidewalk. and something feels off. but i don’t know what it is, so it’s alright. and maybe i miss someone, but (this time) i don’t know who i’m missing. in this universe: i felt the shift ever since we left the city. i called too much and decided this is what love feels like. isn’t this what love feels like? you held my hand when i asked you to and kissed my neck like you might still want me and maybe you still wanted me but it wasn’t enough to make it work. i would’ve made it work, if you asked. i cried on the metro while i listened to our songs that aren’t even our songs because i never showed them to you, but i don’t care because you’ll never hear them now. i think about us in the city and i think about us in the park and i think about all the times you said: baby we can make it you and me. and i wonder if maybe we still could. but it’s different now because in this universe you let go and in this universe it wasn’t enough and in this universe i know who i’m missing and he’s exactly 42 minutes away if there’s no traffic. and maybe in this universe we don’t end up together, but maybe (this time) we’re not supposed to.”

— in another universe love is enough (via @honeylovur, inspired by this post)

[lyricallyinvalid]

[flowercavities]

midweek therapy sessions pt 1

[6i]

You know damn well i will always want you

[thepersonalquotes]

[velcroheartstrings]

“Lay beside me and tell me this pain is for a higher purpose and that somehow- in some way- we will end up happier than we’ve ever been, even if that means apart. You both taught and smothered me in love when I did not think I was deserving so although fate is launching us in two different directions, may I ask that you don’t forget me- please? Thank you for being the most important piece of my puzzle but I need to learn how to be complete by myself now. Please don’t cry- I’ll carry you with me. Always.”

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[velcroheartstrings]

“I accepted within the first few hours of us talking that I’d inevitably grow to love you irrespective of whether or not you would fall in the same way. We lost touch and regained it again many times as the years went by but one thing that never wavered was the bottomless love I felt for you. We still talk now- every day, actually- as I live my life and you do yours but I’d like you to know that if you were to ever take my hand and confess you love me too, I’d be yours for the rest of time. I will not wait for you, though- as to my knowledge you do not feel the same but after the profound contemplation and realisation that the whole point of love is to do so freely and without expecting anything in return- I do not mind as much whether or not we spend our lives together. Besides, something about this untameable chemistry tells me this isn’t the first lifetime in which I have loved you- nor will it be the last.”

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[just-six]

“Loving you was a beautiful hell.”

— six word story // pizzasorousrex (via just-six)

[just-six]

“My future without you scares me.”

— six word story // mitesh05