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@solosnowflake
I saw you in my dream today. I hate how my subconscious still misses you that it dared to bring you to my dreams. I only pray that i rid myself of your memory.
I still miss you, and the more I ignore how I feel, the more it haunts me down.
Thank you for helping me let you go. If it wasn’t for all the nights you left me to my thoughts, all the tears and silent screams, all the disrespect and neglect, I wouldn’t have had the courage to walk away.
It’s my expectations that fully intend to tear me apart.
Won’t you wish me a happy birthday? Or do you know the wish won’t come true as long as I don’t have you?
You were supposed to be my home, my safety, my sanctuary, how did you become my hell, the source of all my pain.
All i want is to be between your arms and cry till all my tears dry up.
Missing you is like being stabbed with a thousand stale knives
Why would you hurt me when all I did was love you?
“Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.”
— Haruki Murakami
بينما تتجلّى أنت في أبيات الغزل، أغرقُ أنا في بِحور الخجل، تَدفعُني رياح الهوى لإختَبئ و أجِدُني أهربُ مِنك إليك ❤️
“While it’s true that, as Tolstoy observed, every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way, and everyone on planet Earth, vale of tears that it is, is certainly entitled to the specificity of his or her suffering, one nonetheless likes to think that literature has the power to render comprehensible different kinds of unhappiness. If it can’t do that, what’s it good for?”
— Elif Batuman, The Possessed
“It’s so hard to leave- until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world.”
— Unknown
عايزاك
عايزة ابقى معاك
انت و بس
دلوقتي
و مفيش غيرنا
حضنك كان حلو اوي في الحلم
حلو اوي يا هوبتي