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.
“That’s the thing, she’s my other half. She’s everything that I’m not. Without her, I’m not whole. Before I met her I’d be walking through life thinking I was happy, that I was complete. But now I can’t go back to just being me because now I know what it’s like to be whole.”—(via theflightout)
“I miss you when something really good happens because you’re the one I want to share it with. I miss you when something is troubling me because you’re the one who understands me so well. I miss you when I laugh and cry because I know that you’re the one that makes my laughter grow and tears disappear. I miss you all the time but I miss you the most when I lie awake at night and think of all the times we shared.”—(via theflightout)