As much as I wanted it to be you, you really showed me how much you didn't want it to be me, and I need to accept it.
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As much as I wanted it to be you, you really showed me how much you didn't want it to be me, and I need to accept it.
And Iāll be okay even if it means I have to do it alone.
I miss the way you treated me when we started talking.
I used to tell myself, āMaybe theyāre going through something.ā But then I realized that I was too, and I never treated anyone that way.
I still have the letter you wrote When you told me that I was the only girl You'd ever want in your life I guess my friends were right -Reckless, Madison Beer
Please tell me i'm not as forgettable as your silence is making me feel.
No one ever told me that good people are still capable of doing terrible things, or that āI love youā can be said without any truth behind it. So when I made mistakes, I couldnāt see them for what they were, I thought being a good person meant everything I did was good. And I could never bring myself to say āI love youā unless I was absolutely certain I meant it.
Now all I want is the opposite. I want to do the things I know are wrong. I want to say āI love youā even if Iām not sure itās real. But those are the things I canāt bring myself to do, and it feels like everyone else knows how, except me.
I know Iām not over him. He still slips into my thoughts more times than I want to admit, but every time he does, thereās this bitterness that follows. Maybe thatās how itās supposed to work, memory tangled with resentment until the feelings burn themselves out. Maybe one day Iāll think of him and feel nothing at all.
I remember when we talked like nothing else mattered, when your words felt like home. Every message made me feel alive, every conversation stretched into the night. Your good mornings used to be the reason I woke up smiling, and your goodnights were the last comfort I held onto before sleep. My heart used to race at the thought of you, and Iād smile like a fool just replaying your words in my head. Now those memories ache. I canāt stop carrying them, even though they donāt belong to us anymore.
Pain doesn't change people. Pain teaches people not to make the same mistakes.
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The drought was the very worst When the flowers that we'd grown together died of thirst
From now on, Iām taking each step without hurry. Iām going at my own pace and letting whateverās meant to happen come my way. Sometimes, I wish those heartwarming things would find me already, but I know thereās still time. Maybe not now, maybe not soon, but eventually. I canāt force anything, and I definitely canāt predict whatās coming. All I can really do is hope for it, maybe even want it badly enough to believe itās out there somewhere. I'd like to believe it is. I know it sounds silly, thinking something real could last at this age. Maybe thatās just me. Everyoneās going through their own story, and itās hard to explain mine when our lives play out so differently. So Iāll wait. And maybe, someday, someone will come along who doesnāt just hear me, but understands me.
I meant what I said to you. I wasnāt just playing some kind of game. Everything I said was true, from the first day. Every damn word.
I donāt really let people get close to me. Not because I donāt want to, but because Iām scared that once they see all of me, theyāll wish they hadnāt. Thereās a lot that comes with being around someone like me. Itās messy. Itās loud and complicated. Itās not calm or easy. Iāve got this way of pushing people away before they have the chance to leave, because itās easier than having to try and pull them in when they decide to leave when it gets hard.
I know that doesnāt make it right. Itās just what I do. I hide how I feel because I donāt want people to realize Iām not as strong as I make myself out to be. Iād rather be the person to walk away first before they do.Ā
Sometimes I wish I could shut it all down, just stop feeling things for anything, for you, for anyone. Because feelings? They ruin you. The second you let it in, everything goes sideways and then you know you're fucked. Suddenly youāre not thinking straight anymore. Thatās the risk, isnāt it? Deciding if love is worth the chaos it brings. Because yes, he will hurt you. Thatās almost a given. But if you believe and you think that somehow, you'll make it through together, then perhaps itās worth the risk. I hope it works out for you. I really do. The way I once hoped it would for me.
The cruelest thing about sleep after something shattering is how it lets you forget but just long enough to remember again when you wake.