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“I’m not afraid of the dark. Not at all. But I like what something bright can do to the dark,
“I’m not afraid of the dark. Not at all. But I like what something bright can do to the dark,
I couldn’t stop it if I tried. All the pain, anger, and frustration of missing him, of loving him, evaporated, and I threw my arms around his neck, hugging him for far longer than I probably should have as
we don’t choose who and what we fall in love with, even when it’s a hazard to one’s self.”
we don’t choose who and what we fall in love with, even when it’s a hazard to one’s self.
Forgiveness was a desperate heart’s mistake. You didn’t forsake the soul to save an organ. Hearts had an expiration date; the soul was immortal.
“You can’t help who you love, but I think it’s time to try.”
You can’t squeeze your way into someplace that’s not ready to make enough room for you.
“If it doesn’t feel good, you let it go, and you find something that does.”
“Maybe, with time, it’ll fade. One love becomes louder than the other.”
didn’t move until he kissed me, soft and gentle and
full of the kind of promise that, once upon a time, I’d be desperate enough to believe.
once upon a times were for dreams, and he was only capa...
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“…once upon a times were for dreams, and he was only capable of nightmares.“
it feels like giving up.” “On him? Or on some fucked-up dream you’ve harbored
Love was supposed to forgive all things. Of that I was a strong believer. But what happened when love was only capable of taking so much? What happened when the bad started outweighing the good, and the good was never meant to be a song sang to completion?
I wasn’t sure which was more difficult to admit. That we were never meant to make something whole out of something too broken, or that it was time to give up, once and for all.
I’d spent too much of my life being in love, and I was sick of the way it seemed to cause more pain than happiness.
I couldn’t keep slamming heart-first into misery.
I wanted to deserve him the way he so desperately fought to deserve me,
