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@penguinnamedelmo
You know whatās crazy to me? There is someone out there who knew everything about you. What kept you up at night. What made you sad. What broke you. They knew your laugh, your mannerisms, the little details no one else noticed. They saw your beauty and your kindness up close. And even after knowing all of that, they still chose to hurt you.
One of the realest comments Iāve ever read
āYouāre too smart for this individualā
āIt made me wonder how many times we forgive just because we donāt want to lose someone, even if they donāt deserve our forgiveness.ā
ā Deb Caletti
today my prof said to my class āyou donāt truly love someone until theyāve hurt you and you still think of them as the greatest person in the world. Love is the most violent act.ā ok ok ok
Iām constantly torn between āif itās meant to be, it will beā and āif you want it, go and get it.ā
āif itās meant to be, it will beā - friendships, relationships, people in general coming into your life, dealing with rejection
āif you want it, go get itā - your goals, aspirations, work and work ethic, changing your life (diet, exercise, hobbies, political views, opinions)
āāWhat was the hardest part of your first heartbreak?ā my little sister asked me one day. It was a sunny day, we were having a picnic. But suddenly, I felt as if the clouds had overtaken the sun. āI think the hardest part was that we kind of morphed into the same person,ā I said. āWhat do you mean?ā she asked. āWhen you spend so much time together, you get so close. Soon enough, you can read each otherās minds, you can tell what theyāre thinking just by a raise of their eyebrow.ā I picked away at the grass we were sitting on, trying not to feel the depth of what I was saying. I couldnāt let myself get that low again. āYour favorite song becomes his favorite song. Then, his favorite bands become your favorite bands. You start loving the same movies. You pick up hiking together. And then when you break up, you still love all those things. Itās all still there.ā āBut theyāre not,ā she said, almost in a whisper. āBut theyāre not,ā I repeated. āAnd itās like you become a half of a person, left on your own to grow the other half back.āā
ā excerpt from an unfinished book #89 (via un-predictible)
Silence, Heartache, Wishing
You came into my life ā
nothing more than a friendship.
We shared laughs,
teases,
soft glances I tried not to overthink.
But the more I knew you,
the more my feelings grew.
You stepped a little closer.
Treated me like I was something more.
You said youād never want to hurt me.
But here we are.
I reached out,
offering peace,
trying to show you that things could be okay.
And for a moment,
you had me fooled ā
thinking maybe we could go back
to how it used to be.
But here we are again.
Silence.
Heartache.
Wishing.
I canāt be the one to welcome you again.
Iāve done my part.
Iāve shown my effort.
When it shouldāve been the other way around.
Now I sit in the quiet,
just waiting for you to break it ā
to show me a sliver of care,
to prove that this ever meant something to you,
the way it still means something to me.
Until then, Iāll stay right here.
Silence.
Heartache.
Wishing.
How much more of the quiet from me will it take
for you to finally notice the silence between us?
I used to be the one to break it ā every time.
I opened the door. I softened the silence.
I gave you a space to come back into ā
and you always walked in, but never stayed long.
But now⦠itās just quiet.
And Iām not reaching out.
Not because I donāt miss you ā
but because I do. Too much.
So I wonderā¦
How many days?
How many hours of silence?
How many ignored chances?
How much more of this quiet from me
will it take for you to finally feel the pull
and reach out to me first?
Or am I just the silence
youāve already forgotten how to hear?
the older i get, the more i realize i just want a life that doesnāt feel like a chore