I hope the world is treating you like gold.
I hope you’re getting everything you want and need and i hope your new person is loving you unconditionally and doing all the things i never could for you. I can’t thank you enough for everything, showing me what felt like real love even though it’s going to be really hard to find someone better than you, but maybe it’s a good thing that my standards are so high so i don’t get hurt anymore so there isn’t a repeat. maybe we’ll meet again some day but another part of me hopes we don’t. i’m so passive aggressive about it, moral of the story is you were the best, and i miss the way you made me feel. no one has ever made me feel like you have and how you made me feel like i was gorgeous in my most insecure times will always amaze me. you are beautiful and everything good, and i will always think that. I wonder if even in other universes we still couldn’t get it right. maybe in one we’re in our 20′s and we finally get it, you weren’t made for me even if it felt like it. —via (i’m not sorry for loving you)
