I wonder…..

I wonder what happened to our 1st year anniversary ring now…

I wonder what happened to my pic in your ph case…..

I wonder what happened to the wallet I gave you on our 2nd Valentine’s day…

I wonder what happened to our pictures that you always keep inside it….

I wonder what happened to the watch that I gave you for your 20th birthday…

I wonder what happened to my school uniform that you kept in your closet…

I wonder what happened to the matching boxer that we bought together…

I wonder what happened to the facial moisturizer that I gave you the last time we met (which is probably the last thing that I’d ever give you)…

Have you thrown it all away? Or maybe you didn’t have the heart to throw it all yet, so you piled it in a mess at the corner of your room, or in a drawer in the closet that you promised to yourself that you would never open.

Or do you still use them as they don’t symbolize any meaning or any reference to me anymore and so they are just materials that you do not want to waste throwing away?

mydepressioneatsmealive:
“According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs, and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate beings condemning them to spend their lives in search for their other halves.”
~Plato’s The Symposium.

mydepressioneatsmealive:

“According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs, and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate beings condemning them to spend their lives in search for their other halves.”

~Plato’s The Symposium.

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I love you, but i’m letting go….

We must free up these tired souls, before this sadness kills us both…

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Just so you know….

I’m not gonna whine and come back to you with tears and shameless bagging to take me back…. No more!

This is sad, yes, but this wasn’t working. I have accepted it. Over all, everything that happened between us wasn’t a beautiful tragedy. It was a tragedy.

“For when we love, we take that leap of faith, and we close our eyes shut and we wish that either the fall is not too far below, or that somehow, we grow wings.”

I am nowhere near perfect and I never claimed to be the easiest person to be with, but truth be told, you’ve had your fair share of slips as well. I don’t wanna keep track of the wrongs that we did to each other. But I’m tired of being the one whose mistakes are always being pointed out, disproportionalely and made a big deal out of. Referring to what you said, being understanding about one thing that makes me happy won’t make you a boyfriend for fun. And I didn’t waste my two years in the cliche story of ours to end up as a fling. so yes, I decided not to waste any more year.

“We embrace despite the fear of wounding ourselves with the thorns they out up. We take them and let them in, these people we love, fully aware of the danger that they might not choose to stay.”

Maybe we have met at the wrong timing. Maybe if you and i were older and more mature, it might not have ended this way. Well, to hell with it, it doesn’t even matter anymore.

“The oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow”, said Kahlil Gibran and, he was completely right. You do not have to lower your expectations for me if i’m below them.We both have the right to remain the same complex person as we ever were.

“When we love, we partly, or wholly, relinquish our conditions and checklists, for the sake of making them feel that we love them for who they are, and not for who we wish they’d be.”

We just couldn’t do it, could we?

I Am Definitely Not Staring At My Phone, Wondering If And When You Will Text Me

I am definitely not still mentioning your name in conversation, and then catching myself doing it.

I am definitely not staring at my phone, wondering if and when you will text me, because that is something that lovelorn teenage girls do, and while I might still be in the final throes of teendom I will not be a slave to cliches.

I am definitely not lying in bed and thinking about that one perfect night when I fell asleep with your head on my sheets and woke up with your bare chest against my back. I am definitely not burying my head in my pillows a month later to see if I can still smell your hair or your musk.

I am definitely not remembering the feel of your fingers when I touch myself. There is no way at all that I am recalling the shivers you gave me, the glorious sense of anticipation that twisted my insides into origami until I thought they were pretty enough for you to see. I am definitely not imagining your face buried between my thighs and of course I am not upset that this never materialised. Because it’s not something I’m giving any consideration to.

I am definitely not sitting in the sun and letting my mind wander to what you’re doing in the nice weather. I definitely don’t wish you were beside me and we were just talking, because sometimes when you spoke I tuned out and just stared at your lips — the perfect Cupid’s bow and the way you pouted when you were thinking — and I am definitely not thinking about your lips.

I am definitely not still mentioning your name in conversation, and then catching myself doing it, making a mistake, like referring to a deceased person in present tense instead of past. I am not hoping you find yourself doing the same thing, saying my name and wishing you weren’t. And when I informed my friends about what happened between us, I definitely did not take your side and defend you when they called you a douche and a dick.

I am definitely not wishing you would call me and let me know you made a mistake and ask me if we can start over.

I am definitely not trying to cast a shadow over my memories of us together so I can tell myself I wasn’t really happy, so it will hurt a bit less when a Passenger song or a chocolate chip briochet or a reference to your alma mater reminds me of you.

I am definitely not still at your beck and call, moulding myself to your every whim without you even realising it, and I am definitely not bitter about this. I don’t hate myself for still wanting to touch your cheek or stroke your knee, and instead I keep my hands wrapped tightly around my chai latte. I am not disappointed that we don’t even hug when we say goodbye, and I absolutely don’t stop driving on the way home and cry at the side of the road over how this is probably the last time I will ever see you. I am also not amused by the stereotypical pathetic fallacy and laughing hysterically over it as the tears continue to fall.

And I am definitely not writing about you

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Oh baby…

I will love you till the end of time…..

I will wait a million years…

Promise you’ll remember that you’re mine…

Baby, can’t you see through the tears….

Love you more, than those bitches before…

Say you’ll remember, baby, say you’ll remember..

Oh baby…

I will love you till the end of time…

Big dreams, gangsters….

Said you have to leave to start your life over…

I was like “No, please, stay here. We don’t need no money. We can make it all work”

But he headed out on Sunday, Said he come home Monday…

I stayed up waiting anticipating and pacing..

But he was chasing papers…

What happened at game was the last I heard.

#Stupid #retarded #nerdy face

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Baby….

You haven’t left here yet…. But i’m already missing you so much…. It’s like I’m already starting to feel the emptiness…. I hate to be left here alone!!!!

It’s a night to make plans that seem so far away.
There’s a reason I feel this way.
You’re sleeping alone. I’m awake.
When you dream tonight,
Am I close to where you are?