Half Complete

"Not good enough." she said. I smiled while looking intently into her eyes, and though not saying anything, I could clearly hear my heart shouts, "No, you're more than enough to me. You just don't know that you are." Then I looked away.

[remanence-of-love]

[xwaysi]

A random music, old and new... yeah, it still gets to me. That one call and just like that night we stayed up talking 'til dawn, confessing all our messed-up dreams. Remember how we'd argue about pointless things, but somehow always ended up laughing? Every inside joke felt like a badge of honor. We built this crazy little bubble, where being weird was celebrated and love was just… easy. You weren't just some fling; you were the person I thought I'd spend forever annoying, the reason my Spotify playlists suddenly made sense.

Then, the music cut out. Not a gentle fade, but a power outage that left me stumbling in the dark. Our bubble burst, leaving behind a mess of shattered expectations. It healed, kinda, into a scar – a dull throb I mostly ignore. For a long time, it was just a memory that played inside my head.

But sometimes, hearing a person calling someone that word, a glimpse of someone rocking your style, or the faint whiff of that perfume hits me like a ton of bricks. And the scar rips open. It doesn't bleed, not really, but with a rush of memories: your dumb grin, the way you'd steal my breath, the stupid promises we made under that starry night. The echoes of how good it was, how naturally we clicked, flood my brain, painting a picture of surreal happiness that now feels like a punch to the gut. In those moments, the old wound flares up with a pain that's both old news and brand new. It's like a phantom limb twitch for a love that was once so damn real, so damn mine. And yeah, sometimes, it still hurts. A deep, nagging ache that reminds me of the beautiful, fucked-up dream I let myself believe –- that we could actually make it work.

[paper-wounds]

[somewordsarebiggerthanothers]

[perfectquote]

“The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much and forgetting that you are special too.”

— Ernest Hemingway

[xwaysi]

Silent night drifts on a thought, do you think of me as I think of you?

[heistcunning]

— texts I can't send

[xwaysi]

Ansarap tumambay dito dati nung walang ads. It felt like the only platform without all the chaotic and noisy advertising. Ang maingay lang dito yung utak mo. Ngayon hindi na. Pati tumblr nagbago na haha

[yms1]

No words, just feels. That’s Tumblr.

[metamorphesque]

warmth of the sun, ron hicks | from a letter to milena, franz kafka

[kohoe]

can't sleep either? poor thing. come, let's watch the sunrise together

[p-assionateheart-deactivated202]

[prettybabesag]

This!!!🥺

[emotionalwords]

[seenthisepisode]

what doesn't kill you makes you stay on tumblr for 13 years and counting

[1gmoney]

It’s crazy how real this is

[lichen-thr0pe]

All of the full moons of 2024

[aloyhh]

i have no energy to argue. i'm ok with being misunderstood.

[dangerouslyfurrydragon]

You deserve someone who is 100% sure about you.

The end.