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@toxicxwitch
I was always yours, but you were never mine.
“I think part of the reason why we hold on to something so tightly is we fear something great won’t happen twice.”
— Unknown
Maybe you're next to me - on our couch, in our living room, in our apartment... but I know the memories of her still haunt you.
And maybe, just maybe...
You miss her more than you could ever love me.
How foolish of me to hope that you could love me, when all you do is grief the life you had with her.
please don't make me force myself to leave you in order to protect myself.
we could be so easy. we could be so perfect. we could be pure love.
There's no dawn without dusk
No birth without death, peace without war
There's no me without you
Older Days / Resolve
and still, all your posts are about her, and I've stopped wondering why...
because I know that you could never love me as much as you loved her
and you could never love me as much as I love you
“I was quiet; but I was not blind.”
— Jane Austen
how come all the roads you take lead you back to her even though I'm the one holding your hand as you walk?
L. V., writings from the waiting room
in your hands: my heart
being tied to someone who cannot love you fully is deeply painful
and yet I loved, and I loved, and I loved...
“But love was always something heavy for me. Something I had to carry.”
— Benjamin Alire Sáenz
There is so much stubborn hope in the human heart.
Albert Camus, “The Myth of Sisyphus”