#ex-relationship

[aphblr-shipfessions]

Idk about some of y'all, but horrible exes Blazin rests in my mind

Blaze who was hurt by the fact that Ein couldn't put his obsession with Aphmau aside, and Ein who will always maintain that it's not his fault, and how everything was Blaze's fault.

You can't even put them in the same room without a fight breaking out, or snide comments being made.

(also i think it makes the s6 so much better in a bad way. That Ein caused mind control Blaze to hurt himself and be attacked simply because of a bad breakup. Petty ass bitch)

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[your-sweet-davina]

You know what hurts more than ex-lovers?

The ones that got away.

That person we loved but couldn't have.

That person that owns all our "what if's" and "what could've been".

The ones that makes us overthink about the happiness and future we could've had with them.

The ones that causes our heart to ache when we think of them; not because of a love that ended, but for a love that never begun.

They're the ones that makes us question ourselves.

What happened? Why couldn't we be together? What did I do? What should I have done to make things work? What should I have said for you to stay and call me yours?

The ones that got away are the ones that are harder to forget. 

Because we never really got the full picture of them, just what they left for us to keep and contemplate about.

[girl-with-a-broken-friendship]

Just because we’re not friends anymore doesn’t mean I don’t care about you.

[girl-with-a-broken-friendship]

I don’t hate you, I’m just disappointed that you turned into everything you said you’d never be.

[girl-with-a-broken-friendship]

Sometimes you miss the memories. Not the person.

[girl-with-a-broken-friendship]

Best friend break ups are worst than relationship break ups.

[girl-with-a-broken-friendship]

Sometimes it’s better to just move on instead of being the only one who’s willing to fix things.

[girl-with-a-broken-friendship]

I think one of the saddest things is when two people really get to know each other; their secrets, their fears, their favorite things, what they love, what they hate, literally everything; and then they go back to being strangers. It’s like you have to walk past them and pretend like you never knew them, never even talked to them before, when really, you know everything about them.