I could walk past you and you'd see how it'll be easy for me. You'll see... But you wouldn't know how I truly felt.
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@septwentyninth
I could walk past you and you'd see how it'll be easy for me. You'll see... But you wouldn't know how I truly felt.
I made this tumblr just for you. Now that I moved on, should I delete it too?
No, I can't go to that search button to look at your gf's profile. It'll hurt.
One glimpse of you is a bite into my reality. The pain was so raw, so lasting. I wish I hadn't stalked you.
Saying sorry first never diminishes your worth. Rather, it uplifts your value and humility.
Your truth stabbed me right into my heart. But still, thank you for telling me.
Wondering why you chose me when you don't find me good enough
I wish you'd start just one conversation
Septwentyninth
Letting yourself believe you're all over him but then you think of him again. And again. And again.
Septwentyninth
You never outgrew your first love; you just learn to live by it.
Septwentyninth
I no longer sigh when I think about you.
Septwentyninth
I blame what I feel but it’s just what it is
Why do writers need to bleed to write something so beautiful?
Septwentyninth
Everything was perfect until you ruined it with your promiscuity.
Septwentyninth
I want you to know that I dream about you almost every single night. Sometimes it feels so real my heart is fueled with your love. Sometimes it ups me and often it does not. Because that dream keeps a part of me hoping that when I’m awake, you’ll be there… ready to hold my hand.
Septwentyninth