爱

Letting you go is setting me free

[theblackrollercoaster]

I think I need to accept that I’m meant to be alone.

I stare at my hands

I look at the mess I’ve made of this art called life.

All the red threads I’ve tangled, broken, desperately tried to connect.

All I’m left with is a blood-stained mess.

I shouldn’t have let them in. I shouldn’t have wavered. I shouldn’t have given pieces of myself away.

Now it’s so hard to leave. How do I piece it all back together? How do I piece myself together to feel whole again?

Can I redo it all? I want to scrub away every inch of the scars I’ve left and I’m left with and start anew.

[raintosun]

[paper-wounds]

[minimalistquotes]

Whoever abandoned you in the middle of the ocean has no right to know what the sharks did to you or how you managed it to the shore.

[remanence-of-love]

[wordx]

“Forgive me for my love, for ruining you with my love.”

— Fyodor Dostoevsky

[mournfulroses]

Izzy Ravas, from her novel titled Disarm: A Forbidden Romance (What We Don't Say,)

[vexheart]

I’m in love with this sentence:

“Don't let someone ruin your peace just because they can't find theirs.”

[vexheart]

[remanence-of-love]

[wordx]

“My crime was feeling everything too deeply, my punishment was surviving it.”

— Fyodor Dostoevsky

[emotionalwords]

[theblackrollercoaster]

I’ve tried.

I’ve tried and have been trying so hard for the past 273 days.

The first 90 was bliss, so easy, so effortless.

The next 60 was torture when you decided to leave because you weren’t sure.

Then you returned after 30. And I decided to let you back in with the hopes that we’re meant to be. We could finish this story with a happy ending.

It’s been 93 days since and all I’ve felt was alone. What went wrong? It’s been 93 days and I’ve split countless tears over feeling like I am on my own, over the desire of just wanting you to show me and tell me that I matter , that I’m important to you. but with each day, my heart just grows more weary and uncertain. It’s been 93 days since you returned and we’re still in a limbo.

It’s been 93 days and each time I screamed “I’m hurt”, I get “you’re too much”. I’m sorry for being too much. I wish I could be just enough. But maybe, I am too much for you, not because of how I am, but because of how you’re not.

If you tend to and water a garden with care and gentleness, it’ll bloom so wonderfully, but if you insist on the garden growing your way, it’ll seem too hard to manage.

So I plead with you, can the next 28 days be filled with softness and grace? Can you give me a chance to bloom, like I gave you a chance to see my soul?

[bditor]

I don’t want to write anymore,

because I was here for you—

for a hundred days straight.

I stayed with hope in my hands,

thinking maybe this meant something…

maybe we meant something.

But while I was holding on,

you were already letting go.

And in the end,

you didn’t fight,

you didn’t stay—

you just walked away.

-bloody buddy

[feelingsoftheday]

i want to cry my heart out until the ache finally eases

[thepersonalquotes]

[thequotespot]

“I became quiet, not because I had nothing to say, but because I realized not everyone knows how to listen without hurting you.”