You Were My Sunlight. I Now Live In A Forever Darkness. Yet, My Love For You Still Burns As Much As The

You were all I wanted/want. I yell and scream about how happy I am being single, but then when I close my eyes it’s your arms I have to imagine around me to fall asleep and even then I wake up cold. The problem was never that you weren’t good enough, it was how we were managing that relationship, but I love you, I love your rambling at 3 in the morning. I love that look in your eyes when your sure about something. I love that tilt of your head when you want a hug. I just love everything you are, and I miss it.

Stardizzydreamer

Brain: Don't fall for him

Heart: *falls*

Heart: Whoops

Me: DAMNIT

- My Hearts Thoughts

“My friends had always warned me about boys with that mad glint in their eyes, but this was exactly what drew me in. Your passion. The fire that sparked underneath your skin when you talked about something you loved. Your desire to explore, to see as much of this world as you could. To be free, in a way. To escape. It was contagious and intoxicating. I got high on your view of the world and drunk on your stories. But I’d known what you were all along. You were a liar, just like me. It takes one to know one. But what has knowing a punch was about to be thrown ever done to soften the blow? It doesn’t make goodbye any easier to bear. I saw it coming from miles away and it still hurt. It’s funny, isn’t it? How we’re told things aren’t good for us and we still give them a go, because sometimes our hope and our wish to prove everyone wrong outweigh caution. And sometimes going the wrong way is the right thing to do, because we learn to open our eyes to what we could not see before.”

— right mistakes / n.j.

Love is about holding each other up, I can't even stand on my own. Get away from me.

- My Hearts Thoughts

I said goodbye but I never left

- My Hearts Thoughts

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Typewriter Series #810 by Aishwarya Nair

“No one has ever made you feel this way, how I am loving you now: remember, remember because nobody else remembers. I remember, I do. Imagine for example, how we tread the pavements with your leather shoes, when we cross the bridge when you suddenly hum a song you have heard from nearby folks. It is quite so lovely how you do it. You do it in your own way, that I am moonstruck, as if the moonbeam is coming from your voice, that spontaneous illumination with your movements, your hands that are vital to your nails– transparent, colorless, like spring water in the brooks. If it is with you, these memories, arise, gently opening my heart to take you in– and you will eat me whole, because I feel so small, so small that I am melting, melting and caramelized. We are here, we are here, and nothing has escaped between us, as if the earth and sky meets halfway to give us space: the momentary pause of this liquid ether we hold in our hands, the palpitation in your chest, that is, how I know, time stand still.”

— Chuck Akot, from The Color of Charcoal and Other Essays, IF THE EARTH AND SKY MEETS HALFWAY 

"Oh boy,

Your the mountain I can’t go around, cut through or climb."

My Hearts Thoughts

"I love you" No you don't, your calling me a liar. A love without trust is like a ocean without salt... So a lie

- My Hearts Thoughts