#intopieces

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Matt Beilis - Into Pieces

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#broken #intopieces

[pearlfuad]

You

I hope he'll find someone who will love him on his bad days that she'll miss him even though he only left 15 minutes ago i hope she'll love him even when he's distant. I promise he'll apologize for making you upset earlier that day, because nothing is worse to him than seeing you cry. I hope he doesn't have troubles getting comfortable around her i hope he gets to wake up with her next to him with the biggest smile on his face realizing how lucky he really is to have her; i hope he'll hold her while she gross sobs and tells her it'll all be okay, because he used to do that to me and it always seemed to solve my problems. His friends and family mean everything to him and if she can't give him the time and space it won't work trust me. I learned that the hard way; i hope she becomes his best friend and someone he can't imagine being without; i hope she becomes his favorite memory, because he's mine.

[pearlfuad]

You

Monday, 8/6/2015 

Today I checked again and found that you still read my messages last night at 8.57pm. Why?? Why are you still reading it if you don’t care. I’m trying to live my life here. I can’t keep dreaming of you when you are not even around. It’s killing me!!!

[pearlfuad]

You

I found that you still read the message on 31st May 2015 that i wrote to you. I still miss you. However, i have not dream of you that frequent as how it used to be. Is it because of me or you getting farther from my heart?. 

[pearlfuad]

You

I think a lot about the conversations I would want to have if I saw you again. I think a lot about the things I’d want to tell you. I’d want to tell you that I miss you so much that it hurts sometimes. I’d want to tell you that I think about you most at night when no one but me can hear the way my breath still feels a little shaky every time the thought hits that I’ve spent another day without you. Sometimes I think I’m just lonely and sometimes I want to scream because I don’t think I’ll ever love someone the way that I loved you. Sometimes I’m not sure I want to. I’d want to tell you that I’m sorry that we made so many promises to each other in the light when we never knew if we could make it through the dark. I guess we couldn’t, and I’m sorry for that too. I’m sorry everything fell apart and I’m sorry that it blindsided me so much that I couldn’t see the idea of us lasting but God, I was so scared. You were everything to me and I didn’t know how to handle loving someone so much that every morning felt like a sigh of relief from the loneliness the days used to be. I really tried to give you the world, but it turns out I didn’t even have any skies to give after you stole my heart. Turns out I didn’t even need to give you anything spinning on an axis, because she gave you a whole universe. I was so sure that you were mine, so sure that I had you and that it was stuck in the concrete and flattened to the permanence of the sidewalk. I was so sure that I never even considered how wrapped around you I was. I never even considered how easily you had me sitting in your palm. It never occurred to me that you’d need somebody else’s love, because I was so sure mine was enough to fill the weight of my heart against your sleeve. I think a lot about the things I’d tell you if I saw you now, but I don’t think I’d get a word in edge wise over the sound of my heart cracking all over again. I was never good at letting go of things, but I swear it would've been easier to rip my own heart out than seeing you love her the way I loved you.