three tiny words

[threetinywords]

Worst feeling in the world is knowing you did the you could, and it still wasn't good enough.

[threetinywords]

Don't think you're something special. I have cried over many men before you.

[threetinywords]

Tro ikke du er noget. Jeg har grædt over mange mænd før dig.

[threetinywords]

I nat holder jeg mig selv i (lår)kort snor!

[threetinywords]

De evige tre Der er to mænd i verden, der bestandig krydser min vej. Den ene er ham jeg elsker, den anden elsker mig.

Den ene er i en natlig drøm, der bor i mit mørke sind. Den anden står ved mit hjertes dør, jeg lukker ham aldrig ind.

Den ene gav mig et vårligt pust af lykke, der snart for hen. Den anden gav mig sit hele liv, og fik aldrig en time igen.

Den ene bruser i blodets sang, hvor elskov er ren og fri. Den anden er et med den triste dag, som drømmene drukner i.

Hver kvinde står mellem disse to, forelsket, elsket og ren - Een gang hvert hundrede år kan det ske, de smelter sammen til een.

Tove Ditlevsen

[threetinywords]

Her love has been always unrequited, but until now it wasn't real love. Now it hurts, and that's how she knows it is real

[threetinywords]

It's like in the old days: Truth or dare?

[threetinywords]

Det er ligesom i de gamle dage: Sandhed eller konsekvens?

[threetinywords]

Was your fake love revenge for my fake orgasms

[threetinywords]

Var din falske forelskelse en hævn for mine falske orgasmer?

[threetinywords]

I went all in for you and me. Now I'm out of jetons

[threetinywords]

Er du ikke snart tom for tomme løfter?

[threetinywords]

Unrequited love is the infinite curse of a lonely heart

[threetinywords]

She hated that she was still so desperate for a glimpse of him, but it had been this way for years

[threetinywords]

If you don't receive love from the ones who are meant to love you, you will never stop looking for it

[threetinywords]

Let no one who loves be called altogether unhappy. Even love unreturned has its rainbow

[threetinywords]

Because, if you could love someone, and keep loving them, without being loved back . . . then that love had to be real. It hurt too much to be anything else.