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what happened?

one day we were having fun,

basking in love, feeling the warmth

the next day, you were cold

acting as if none of what we shared matter.

it took me awhile to convince myself that there are people like you, good with the way they use their words, the way they manipulate others in their hands, making sure they always win.

and then there’s people like me, true to their words. honest and vulnerable with every conversations, making sure they never leave any part of them unknown.

maybe this is why i felt empty when we parted, because a part of me left when you did. but it’s okay,

after all, you can never really convince someone to stay

when they really don’t mean to.

— i’m never loving again

zeuskonaman

You don’t need to force yourself to talk to me anymore. I get it. I’m no longer your priority. I’m just being a nuisance to you and you’re getting tired of me and it’s okay. I understand how you feel towards me because I felt it too. I was once like you, but the difference is I kept the fire burning even though there were times I poured water on it just because I lack empathy for you. While you didn’t. You didn’t fight back. You decided to just give up on me and lose everything between us — including your feelings.

— You easily gave up on me because you really didn’t love me that much like how I loved you.

zaqamarillo

I get it. Yeah, I do. Or maybe I just want to believe I do.

escafeism

Sometimes, we take people for granted and when they finally get tired. Sometimes people leave our lives not because their season is over, but because we took them for granted. The hearts gets tired too of hurting.

liridi-deactivated20250617

she was seen, beloved, and carried off by Pluto—such the haste of sudden love.

- ovid, metamorphoses

sunsetquotes

“When you come back, you will not be you. And I may not be I.”

— E.M. Forster

sunsetquotes

“Maybe we’ll meet again, when we are slightly older and our minds less hectic, and I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me. But right now, I am chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart.”

— Unknown

serdcestakana

leafsea

lucidity

i pretend so that i don’t have to realize the rain or even glance at the clouds at all

i think of who i used to be, the shell of a being, leeched by loneliness,

and i see how everything feeds on its opposite— light eating dark, dark eating light;

even sadness swallows happiness to make room for itself

i wonder where the past me is// i wonder where i’ve shelved that version of myself in my mind,

or if i have simply released her, like a dream, into the ether

acknowledgetheabsurd

“I was looked at, but I wasn’t seen.”

- Albert Camus, The Misunderstanding

infpisme

blossomfully

People are impermanent. The love of your life will leave you. On a Sunday morning, they’ll kiss you for the last time.

You won’t know it’s the last time, of course. You rarely do.

Later, when thinking back to it, you’ll try to remember whether they lingered for just a moment before they broke away. You’ll try to remember the placement of their hands.

Much later still, you’ll become stuck on the memory of how you met. How you fell in love with their mind. How they surprised you. How they challenged you to become a better person.

You’ll spend Friday evenings trying to disentangle them from your psyche. Like finding an endless array of their socks at the bottom of your drawer. Wishing they would disappear yet being unable to throw them out.

On bad nights, you want to scream. How could you? Of all the people in the world, you were supposed to stay. Out of all the temporality, all that transience - you were meant to be the exception.

You think about calling them, if only to receive a reminder of their voice on the answerphone. You almost do, but something stops you. You remember a poem you read a long time ago. It went something like -

People are impermanent. The love of your life will leave you. On a Sunday morning, they’ll kiss you for the last time.

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