sometimes you think you’ve found the one and you’re wrong and it’s not losing him that hurts it’s losing that hope it’s the exhaustion that follows as you think about all the time it takes to get to know a person to build that foundation to talk to him in a way you don’t talk to anyone else and wondering what was the point of all that time of all those conversations of all those late nights if he was just going to leave and realizing you’ll have to start all over with someone else - I’m just so fucking tired of dead ends
