FOREVER

It's the scariest thing ever to realize how much someone means to u. When it hits you, I mean really hits u , all these thoughts and question rush through ur head at once. A sad emotion even starts to creep on u slowly inch by inch as you start to wonder.

What if for some reason don't work out? How are u possible going to live without them?

Someone that was once a stranger now is the only person u know like the back of ur hand. Someone u once had no emotions for, now has the power to break ur heart. Someone u once never used to hang out with, now owns most of ur time. Someone u never thought you'd love, now owns ur entire heart. 

Someone u once lived without, u now wish to hold onto FOREVER.

                                                                                                 YOU.

Damn you.

I guess some things will never change. You’re still the same asshole you were months ago.

You can’t stop talking about the same damn thing, and how it has affected you, twisting and turning your story around like a bitch.

Get over it, stop name dropping. Stop mentioning my name. Stop the slander.

I have stopped talking about this nonsense. And you keep continuing.

So, who’s the immature one now? Why is it affecting you so much if you didn’t do anything ‘wrong’?

You know what you did, you know what I said was true. And you know GOD knows it too.

So its okay, you can go on and live your fake life on Earth. With your crappy friends.

You’ll be sorry when the end is near. No use in repenting.

Karma will get you hard in the afterlife. And I can’t wait to see the look on your face when you finally rot in hell, and when people know the real you.

God bless you, honey.

PS: Don’t you have better things to worry about in life? Like finding the smallest, cheapest, fakest diamond ring for the big day? How to support your family and yourself in a couple of months? Use your brain and think!

feel

❝He came up and kissed me on my forehead, and before he stepped away, I closed my eyes and tried hard to memorize this moment. I wanted to remember him exactly as he was right then, how his arms looked brown against his white shirt, the way his hair was cut a little too short in the front. Even the bruise, there because of me.
Then he was gone.
Just for that moment, the thought that I might never see him again…it felt worse than death. I wanted to run after him. Tell him anything, everything. Just don’t go. Please just never go. Please just always be near me,so I can at least see you.
Because it felt final. I always believed that we would find our way back to each other every time. That no matter what, we would be connected—by our history, by this house. But this time, this last time, it felt final. Like I would never see him again, or that when I did, it would be different, there would be a mountain between us.
I knew it in my bones. That this time was it. I had finally made my choice, and so had he. He let me go. I was relieved, which I expected. What I didn’t expect was to feel so much grief.❞