I have come to realize a couple things. Now that I’m not blinded by the idea of love. Things have made themselves clear to me. I realize that I loved you more than you ever did me. And thats okay, i didn’t mind. You wanted to do your own thing in college with your sorority without any restrictions. And if you really did love me as much as you said you did. This wouldnt have ended, it...
mostlyfiction: Love isn’t about fucking each other at any opportunity. It also isn’t about how many months or years that you’ve been together. To me, love is about being able to see light inside of the person who knows nothing but darkness.
Whatever comes, let it come. What stays, let it stay. What goes, let it go.– Papaji (via softerprettier) :(
I guess being needed is almost as good as being loved. Maybe better.– A Tree Grows in Brooklyn; Betty Smith (via wanduring)
adrians: The best thing about being single is sleeping around. You can sleep all over that big lonely bed of yours. Left, right, middle, wherever.
As days go by, my heart slowly begins to heal itself. Yet there isn’t a day where I don’t wish I was still loved by you. That I will never get over.
Oh something good tonight will make me forget...