I still dream about you sometimes. I don’t know what that says about me, but every time I do, I wish I could’ve slept longer.
— Letters from S
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I still dream about you sometimes. I don’t know what that says about me, but every time I do, I wish I could’ve slept longer.
— Letters from S
“You were a dream. Then a reality. Now a memory.” - Iain Thomas, The City Rises and Falls
Fuck, this one hurts the most…
Life’s better when nobody knows anything about you.
“We all grew up and did the things we said we’d never do.”
— Unknown
“We’ve known each other forever- I can hardly remember not knowing you. It’s hard to remember the days before you. I don’t even know if there were any.”
— David Guterson
“I still taste the past.”
— Unknown
Neil Gaiman; Season of Mists
One moment, I was holding you in my arms while you made another corny joke that I couldn’t help but smile at. The next, i was crying myself to sleep at 3am and struggling to remember how to breathe. I don’t know what changed.
(J)
I know what changed and it's my fault.
I did my best to bottle it all up.
That is,
Until one day,
I found myself curled in a tight ball,
Sobbing on my floor,
With no clue as to why.
What a relief it was,
to feel something again.
(J)
My entire world fell apart a year ago (almost to the say). I gave up a great job, a decent income, my own house with my best friend. I even gave up my best friend in the process. I lost the person who taught me how to live, how to love and how to be happy, really. Things have definitely changed in the past year but they will never be the same. I miss you every day. Some days hurt more than others and I think tonight is going to be downright painful. My love, my life, I'm sorry.