When I get in bed on my side. And I’m looking over at that empty space where you used to lay (twitching :P) asleep next to me. Sometimes I sleep on your side of the bed, just to escape that reality now &again.
“We’ll say goodbye and you’ll walk away the way you always do. Then we’ll both pretend that nothing happened and we never knew each other. Because that’s what happens. You find people, and then you lose them. And it’s those goodbyes, the ones you thought you’d never have to say that hurt the most.”—(via theflightout)
It’s only years later that I’ve stop blaming us everytime I thought about you. I know now that love is only love when your love makes the other person feel loved. What we gave each other was not what the other wanted, and there we were, two people who cared about each other, but neither of us felt loved because we just weren’t good enough at it yet. Have you ever loved anyone without a clue as to what it is exactly you’re doing? You followed your instincts because there was no other way, because you had no idea how to love another human being properly, painlessly. Maybe you did it all wrong - but it was love nonetheless, you have no doubt about that. It was just done badly. Amateurishly. Boldly. Regretfully. How cruel and merciless we are in love and how shamelessly unforgiving I had been. And how the stars wept.