Sometimes you need to remind yourself that you were the one who carried you through the heartache. You are the one who sits with the cold body on the shower floor, and picks it up. You are the one who feeds it, who clothes it, who tucks it into bed, and you should be proud of that. Having the…
Catalog
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You do not get to destroy someone and decide how ruined they are allowed to feel.
If you wanna know how much I miss you, try to catch rain drops, the ones you catch is how much you miss me, & the other you miss is how much I miss you!
I did three things today—miss you, miss you, and miss you.
MISSING someone is a part of loving them. If you’re never apart, you’ll never really know how strong your love is.
I dropped a tear in the ocean. The day you find it is the day I will stop missing you.
No matter how long it’s been, there are times when it suddenly becomes harder to breathe.
I keep myself busy with the things I do. But every time I pause, I still think of you.
I die every day, every second without you.
I miss you so much my dreams haunt me every night with the vision of your face, smell of your body, the taste of your lips, and the feel of your touch. Suddenly I realize that I’m not with you so I cry my self to sleep once again to dream. To be haunted every night.
Everyday, I fight the urge to text you or call you, telling myself that if you wanted to talk to me, you would.
I’m not angry that you won’t come back, I’m sad because I keep hoping you will.
I keep telling myself that I don’t miss you and don’t love you, hoping one day I’ll believe it.
You know what is really hard for someone? To miss you, and to realize that you miss someone else. That is a punch in the stomach.
So you are kinda, sorta, basically, pretty much always on my mind.
When I tell you that I’ll miss you, it doesn’t mean I’ll never get over you. It just means I wish I didn’t have to.
Missing someone hurts, but what hurts even more is knowing that you’re the reason that they’re gone.
My eyes hurt from crying, my heart hurts from trying. I look so tired & worn out because inside I’m dying. I miss you, I need you, but I’m better off without you. Days will have to drag on longer, but eventually I will stop thinking about you. I wish I knew. I feel broken & unwanted, like it was…
He taught me how to love, but he didn’t teach me how to stop.