No one prepares you for the grief you experience in your early mid and late twenties..
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No one prepares you for the grief you experience in your early mid and late twenties..
Itās crazy, you know? How you can carry something, someone, for so long that it feels like a part of you. Like that one hoodie youāve had since middle school, frayed at the cuffs, stained with memories, but still a safety net. You convince yourself you need it, even when it doesnāt fit anymore. Even when itās suffocating. And I guess thatās where I am.
Itās crazy, you know? How you can carry something, someone, for so long that it feels like a part of you. Like that one hoodie youāve had since middle school, frayed at the cuffs, stained with memories, but still a safety net. You convince yourself you need it, even when it doesnāt fit anymore. Even when itās suffocating. And I guess thatās where I am.
Sometimes you expect a lot from someone because you'd do that much for them. But you end up suffering anyway
We are strangers that share memories..
I never knew I needed somebody so badly.. until I was forced to live without themā¦
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Actively working on trying to kick the extreme nostalgia..
The hard part isnt saying goodbyeā¦Itās everything that happens after. Itās reaching for your phone. And remembering thereās no one to text. Itās hearing a joke and then remembering halfway that you canāt send it to them anymore. Itās the way your heart still looks for them in moments of silence or even the subtle smells. Itās also remembering the songs that they ruined the places you canāt go anymore because you donāt want the memory the heavy memory of them. Or even the empty side of the left bed that isnāt there.
Please just call if you miss me. It doesnāt have to be a huge philosophical conversation, it doesnāt have to mean we are back together. It just means you miss me like I miss youā¦
You made it impossible for me to trust anyoneā¦
Missin you extra tonight. Wanted to call and catch up and confess my undying love for you. But took a shower and cried instead..
Iāve made some of my favorite memories with people I will never speak to again..
Human relationships are strange. Someone can become part of your everyday life so naturally.. sleeping beside you, eating with you, talking about everything and nothing, going places together, loving each other in all these small unspoken ways. Knowing what they will want from a restaurant or a coffee shop without having to even ask. Making sure you put the dishes away in the preferred way. You get so used to them that it starts to feel permanent, like theyāve always been there and always will be. Then one day it ends sometimes just by a sentence.. and that same person who knew every part of you is suddenly gone from your life. And no matter how normal the world keeps moving around you, thereās something heartbreaking about how someone can mean absolutely everything to you⦠and then just become a memory.
Iāll never be whole again..
Sometimes you expect a lot from someone because you'd do that much for them. But you end up suffering anyway
Itās crazy, you know? How you can carry something, someone, for so long that it feels like a part of you. Like that one hoodie youāve had since middle school, frayed at the cuffs, stained with memories, but still a safety net. You convince yourself you need it, even when it doesnāt fit anymore. Even when itās suffocating. And I guess thatās where I am.