The Colors of White

When my heart met my words.

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I wish.

~(please come true) The Colors of White

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How do you know your “this is it”?

There was a friend. He kept me up at a pedestal and told me I was his “This is it”. But it wasn’t.

There was a boy. He took me to fancy dates and told me I was pretty and I thought, “This is it”. But it wasn’t.

There was a man. He made me feel beautiful and told me I was amazing and I thought, “This is it”. But it wasn’t.

As soon as they came, they went away too even though I didn’t want to go, I walked away too.

So what is my “this is it”?

Every time I understood it, I misunderstood. Every time I found it, I lost. Every time I said “this is it”, it wasn’t.

Maybe I’ll utter those words holding someone’s hand at the Eiffel Tower. Maybe someone will whisper them while watching Harry Potter for the 100thtime.

I just don’t want to give up yet.

~(Let me know if you find it) The Colors of White

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You'll never realize how bad you treat her until she's gone.

(No more) the Colors of White

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Every one of us is losing something precious to us. Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back again. That's part of what it means to be alive.

— Haruki Murakami

[yourhandwrittenletter]

If nothing else, I hope you know that I’m here for you. Even though we want different things. Even though love wasn’t enough. When you call, I’ll answer. When you scream, I’ll listen. When you need, I’ll give. When it comes to you, I don’t know how not to.

(via yourhandwrittenletter)

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The ones saying they won't hurt you, hurt you this most.

~(experience teaches) The Colors of White

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I'm here. I'm listening.

I don't want small talk. I want real conversation about life and love and happiness and pain. Don't talk to me about the weather outside, tell me about the sky above. Tell me your deepest regrets and your favourite joy. I don't wanna know you like my next door neighbour. I want to learn about you. Understand your soul and your heart and your mind. Every inch of it. The shallow "miss you", "you're handsome" and "I love you"s mean nothing to me anymore. Make me fall for who you are and not what you look like. I want to feel you. not your body but your soul. So yes, tell me about you. I'm listening. ~(I'm here) The Colors of White

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Soul so dark, even stars can't shine. Heart so cold, even the sun can't burn.

~(too dead to be alive) the Colors of White

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But honey I can't be saved, I am the danger.

~(not what you think I am) the Colors of White

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Is it me? Or is it you?

~(sometimes I wonder) The Colors of White

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But honey, don't save me, burn with me.

~(I don't need a saviour) The Colors of White

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We say we're still in love, but do we mean it?

We say we won't hurt each other, but do we mean it?

It was peaceful before you.

But you and I, we're chaos.

~(you love the mess) the Colors of White

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Relationships are overrated, there's happiness in solitude.

(peace) the Colors of White

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I burned bridges between us and kept my sanity.

(I had to) The Colors of White

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You deserve someone who's gonna treat you like you matter everyday, not just when it's convenient for them.

(Let it sink) The Colors of White

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Finding my strength in despair

(breaking a little everyday) The Colors of White

[thecolorsofwhite7]

Every real life love story is messed up. perfection in a love story is just a bizarre idea, a result of imagination. Every relationship has it's ups and downs. Before you say yes to love, you decide to enter an adventure with someone, you decide to go through hell just to know that you are not alone. You readily take in drama, emotions, fights, and ignorance in exchange of warm hugs, passionate kisses and cuddling. When you opt out of love, you know your happiness is in solitude, you find yourself and you love yourself. You go on solo trips and befriend strangers and you are answerable to your own mess.  You do go through drama and emotions too, but at the end of the day, you don't sleep with your heart aching, and your eyes filled with water. The fairy tales and the romantic novels are barely true. Those who are still a believer, they don't do "relationships". Those who chose to love another, bear pain, cry their eyes out and still smile with pride and happiness on seeing their lovers. I went from being a believer of fairy tales to being in love just to realize that it was not my love story to live. I am not really sorry for opting in or out, i am sorry however for hurting someone else

(i believe in fairy tales) The Colors of White