Regretting You

by Colleen Hoover

I wonder if humans are the only living creatures that ever feel hollow inside.

I don’t understand how my body can be full of everything bodies are full of—bones and muscles and blood and organs—yet my chest sometimes feels vacant, as if someone could scream into my mouth and it would echo inside of me.

Absolutely beautiful!

Nothing has changed in my life recently to explain this profound emptiness I’ve been feeling. Or maybe it has, and I’m just too afraid to notice it.

I don’t know how we do it—communicate without communicating—but it has always been an effortless thing between us. Maybe it’s because we’re a lot alike, so our minds are in sync a lot of the time.

That emptiness is being replaced with heat

and flutters and heartbeats, and I hate it because it feels like I’ve just pinpointed what has caused me to feel so empty

Sometimes when we’re alone, he looks at me in a way that makes me feel empty when he looks away.

It’s like my chest has been on a constant search for its missing piece, and Jonah is holding it in his fist.

“You’re a sacrificer. I don’t even know if that’s a real word, but that’s what you are. You do things you don’t want to do to make life better for the people around you.

Sacrificing is good and all but I think one should enjoy I live life before making it better for someone else. Not all sacrifices are good! Lets not glorify sacrificing

When he looks at you, he does it in such a way that it makes you feel like the most interesting thing he’s ever seen. He puts his entire body into the look, somehow.

Of course things

are different. We’re adults now, with lives, and children, and responsibilities. We can’t just go back to the carefree friendships we all had back then.

It’s my birthday, and I’m surrounded by everyone important to me, but for some reason, I feel more alone than I’ve ever felt.

Sometimes my chest feels hollow, as if I’ve lived a life with nothing significant enough to fill it. My heart is full, but that’s the only part of me that feels any weight.

people who make mistakes usually learn from them. That doesn’t make them hypocrites. It makes them experienced.”

Heartbreak builds character.”

sometimes, it feels like someone is shaking the world around you, and things are flying at you from every direction, but if you wait long enough, everything will start to calm. I liked that feeling of knowing that the storm inside always eventually settles.

sometimes the storm doesn’t settle. Sometimes the damage is too catastrophic to be repaired.

For some reason, sadness in music eases the sadness in my soul. It’s like the worse the heartache in a song is, the better I feel. Dramatic songs are like a drug, I imagine. Really bad for you, but they make you feel good.

“I’m getting better, though. I’m learning that sometimes you have to walk away from the fight in order to win it.”

It just feels natural with him. The silence, the conversation, the laughter. All of it feels so comfortable, and that’s something I didn’t even know I’d been missing. But I have missed it.

Such a short sentence, but such a big statement.

“I’ve believed in you since the moment I met you. I believe in myself now that I’ve finally left you.”

I think it’s time I figure out who I was meant to become before I started living my life for everyone else.