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I could’ve sworn I was telling you the truth when I said I didn’t miss you.
I don’t think we weren’t meant to last forever but I do believe we were a forever. Like John Green said ‘some infinities are just longer than others’. We may not have lasted forever but in my heart, what we had always will.
Let her go if yelling at her doesn’t burn your throat. If your arms don’t feel empty without her. If you don’t wish you were blind when tears are streaming down her face. If being upset at her isn’t a last resort. If you’d rather hurt her than yourself then just let her go.
Because it is killing her to see how easy it is for you to hurt her.
The words that still burned her throat had left her mouth for the second time. “We’re no good for each other, and trust me down the road you’re just going to resent me. I’m not worth this trouble.”
Hearing those words all over again just angered him. “Stop it. Just stop it. I am me and you are you. I know I’ve let you decide a lot of things but this is one thing you have no say in. You do not get to tell me how I feel. You do not to tell me what I want. And you certainly will never again tell me you aren’t worth it. You are not me and you don’t see how much you mean to me. So stop trying to feed me these lies because you will never be able to change my mind.
It really hurts watching someone slowly let you go but it hurts more knowing its what’s best for them.
Please don’t do that. Please don’t leave her wondering when everything all of the sudden changed. It’ll kill her.
Unknowingly, she gave him her heart again, and yet again, he destroyed her.
Yeah I’m mad” she claimed. “But not at him, at myself. I was the one that let things get out of hand. So I was right, in the end if I got hurt it wouldn’t have been his fault, it would’ve been mine; and it is. I think the worse thing is that I actually really don’t feel anything anymore. I guess I’m just numb now.
All she could do was sit there and stare at the wall. She felt helpless and paralyzed. She slowly felt the life being drained out of her. The emptiness and numbness settled within and she was back to the darkness that took years to crawl out of.Her heart was still beating but she couldn’t feel it through her brokenness; and the air still coursed her lungs but it burned as if she was on fire within. But she still couldn’t do anything. All she could do was accept the fact that she would have a life for a while but no longer be living.
We were once addicted to a song as we were to each other. But not all addictions are healthy especially us and I’ve been going through withdrawal for a while.

