Colleen Brown's Blog, page 164

I know that you loved me,that you missed me morethan anything that you’veever lost. But...

I know that you loved me,

that you missed me more

than anything that you’ve

ever lost. But this isn’t

about distance anymore,

and this isn’t about leaving

without a proper goodbye.

This is about how we used

the only time we had

together to prove to each

other that we really never

needed the other to feel

complete. And now that I

am finally gone, you need

me, and I am finally coming

to terms with me needing

you just as much.

You broke me. Took all of my left over piecesand kept themfor yourself toshow others thatyou...

You broke me.

Took all of my

left over pieces

and kept them

for yourself to

show others that

you were able

to destroy

something that

once seemed

so indestructible.

I still have every letterthat you ever sent to meunderneath my bed in abox that’s marked withan...

I still have every letter

that you ever sent to me

underneath my bed in a

box that’s marked with

an X for stay out. And

unlike you, I did not

burn your words like you

did mine, and I have not

tried to set these feelings

aflame. A can of gas

and a match

cannot separate you

from me, and even if I

tried to set myself on fire,

your memory would burn

along with my flesh.

Joy, if you read this message me. It says you deleted your blog and I want to reply to your recent...

Joy, if you read this message me. It says you deleted your blog and I want to reply to your recent message but cannot find you.

There is infinite loveinside of my heart for you,and no amount ofwishing me away could ever make...

There is infinite love

inside of my heart for you,

and no amount of

wishing me away could

ever make this tenderness

for you disintegrate.

We try to show the onewho hurt us the most thatwe never loved themby pushing ourselves intoanother...

We try to show the one
who hurt us the most that
we never loved them
by pushing ourselves into
another body like we are
two waves without any
self-control or guidance.
We do this in hopes
that the one who hurt us
the most will see
that we never needed
them to become so
beautifully destructive.

"I still miss you, you know. Everything about you. All the things I loved, and now, I even miss the..."

“I still miss you, you know. Everything about you. All the things I loved, and now, I even miss the things that I hated. I miss the way you used to tell me that I was the first thing to come into your head after waking up, and the last thing you thought about before falling into slumber. I still miss you, you know. I miss the way you used to tell me about the things you didn’t actually want to talk about, but had to get out of your head. I miss the way you used to look at me when I had too much to drink and you had to carry me to the car like I was a child that was too tired to stand up on her own. I still miss you, you know. I miss the way your hands used to explore my body like it was land that you never stepped foot on, but was actually your home. I even miss the sound of your voice when you were too angry with me to form words into proper sentences to make your point clear. I still miss you, you know. The way in which you used to love me even when I didn’t love myself. I miss the feeling of being yours, knowing that I was the only one in your heart, and that I was the only thought that you could never get out of your head. I still miss you, you know. And your prolonged absence from my presence is only making that yearning for your return even stronger.”

- "I still miss you, you know." - Colleen Brown

What’s your favorite kind of donut?

What’s your favorite kind of donut?

We were never meantto go our separate ways.We were meant to travelalong the same pathwith our...

We were never meant

to go our separate ways.

We were meant to travel

along the same path

with our hands knotted

together and our hearts

beating in sync. We were

never supposed to go

our separate ways.

And I’m sorry it took

you leaving for me to

finally understand.

Falling in love with youwas not a mistake.Making you a part ofmy world was nota mistake. But...

Falling in love with you

was not a mistake.

Making you a part of

my world was not

a mistake. But believing

that you loved me too

was the greatest

mistake of all.