amirichandfamousyet:

I really fucking love how distant you’re being. Super tight super tight

memoriesfeelofyesterday:

longliveuslove:

“Nostalgia can blur your memory and cause you to remember only the good things about a person, place, or relationship. I remember the little things about you- the way you’d look over at me with those big brown eyes and that goofy smile after you said something clever, the way you sang to me in the car, the long country drives, how you insisted on holding my hand through everything… All at once, the wonderful moments and memories seem to outweigh the petty arguments and disagreements as I start to miss you way more than I should.”

— My biggest mistake was leaving you.

@justacrazydream

excerptsofstories:

“There was never anything you could have done. The simple truth of it was, that I loved you and you didn’t love me back. I did not force you to love me, that was never the plan. I loved you. It doesn’t matter to me that I wasn’t what you wanted or needed, it matters to me that you couldn’t face to tell me and you did it in the worst possible way. You dangled me there in front of everyone to see and then dropped me, face down in a communal pile of pity. And just like that you were gone.”

— Excerpt from a book I will never write #1236

excerptsofstories:

“Dear What If, 358 days later, it still aches me to write this, but here’s a letter, or something of the sort, listing down the reasons my heart still hurts at the mention of your name. I’m confused by the ambivalence of my feelings; I’m torn between hating you and missing you. It breaks my heart to see not even a trace of sadness in your deep brown eyes, to see you smiling that carefree goofy half-smile I never saw enough of. I suppose it’s your newfound freedom that triggers the carefree expression upon your beautifully sculpted face. Getting over you is a hopeless crusade I’ve been on for the past year, because without the all too familiar gut-wrenching heartache, I’m empty on the side. I gave you the power to make me feel whole, complete, and now I’m devoid of that feeling altogether. I knew your feelings for me were a temporary high, and now I’m hungover in the worst way possible. I’ve built up my walls, and they stand tall and painted blue. It’s impossible to get across, but you seem to have the power to knock them down by uttering just a single word, and I feel as vulnerable as I did that night. I’d still like to believe that there’s hope for us to rebuild the bridges that we lit on fire and burnt to ashes. I don’t want to be rid of the memories, of you, and I don’t want to hate you. Im still yours for the taking, and the verdict still stands.”

— Excerpt from a book I will never write #1249

excerptsofstories:

“When he leaves, it will hurt. It will hurt because though he is gone, you can still feel the way his lips pressed against yours, the way his fingers drew circles on your back. It will hurt because the old messages on your phone will still be there, and no matter how hard you try you will not be able to get yourself to delete them. It will hurt because he will kiss one of your friends at a party and there will be nothing you can do. It will hurt because he was never yours in the first place.”

— Excerpt from a book I will never write #1255

excerptsofstories:

“My love for you never changes. It’s an undying crush, a wildfire in my heart, a tsunami of emotions. Your lips on mine have never felt boring or less than my favourite touch (except for your hand on the lower of my back) You sleeping next to me has always been the one thing I look forward to. Your smile has never failed to make me smile (even when I’m so mad I’m screaming at you, all it takes is one look at that smile for me to fall in love again) My love never changes, so why does yours?”

— Excerpt from a book I will never write #1313

excerptsofstories:

“Your friends failed to tell you that I didn’t need your stars in my sky anymore. Maybe when I when I say your name I still feel broken inside and maybe we could’ve been the best thing to happen in this world. I loved you, past tense as in not anymore. Ego is a hell of a drug, and I loved you unconditionally, however I am not the constellation prize, I know my worth in this world. title:It could’ve been great, but who knows now, because you’re just a what if.”

— Excerpt from a book I will never write #1347 // @jasminesheng on Instagram