bleedingidentity:

I hope one day, when you see me, when you finally see me because you’re done looking at her, I hope that I would be looking at someone other than you too. And I hope that you realize that you lost a diamond while keeping yourself busy with a rock.

“I wanted to call him, ” she said, “just to see how he was doing. But you can’t do that. You can’t talk to someone who held your heart in their palm and pretend it never happened. “I wanted to ask why it was so hard to get over him. I wanted to know if he felt pain like knives in his side like i did. I wanted to know if he ever felt lonely when he listened to music, or if things reminded him of the memories we made. "I wanted to say that I couldn’t remember the sound of him saying my name anymore and sometimes that scared me but I knew it was important and that our last kiss wasn’t like anything in the movies, that it was so brief the wind had swept it away before I’d had a chance to commit it to memory. I wanted to explain how noe I’d forgotten everything apart from the way he made me feel, like i could do anything, like love wasn’t just for perfect people, like love could also be for me. "So my god I wanted to call him, but instead I sat on the floor and drank shots like they were tea. To be honest I don’t know if I still loved him, but then I suppose you have to love someone to miss them like that; like hell, like absolute-fucking hell.
S.Z. - Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #218 (via poeticessenxe)
I can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep holding on like this…. Please just let me know. I’ve given you so much of me and honestly no I’m not ready to give up, but I can’t keep hanging on just to see what happens next. You’ve given me reason after reason to let go, but at the same time you can make me feel great. You make me feel like maybe you and I are meant to be. Maybe we won’t last, but I wouldn’t mind trying it out. I can’t keep holding on if you don’t feel the same though. It’s exhausting
Excepts from a book I’ll never write #5 (via ronners27)