|—||note to self (via highskool)|
Talked about you to someone today.
& yes, sadly, it still makes me happy.
Talking about you is the only way to make myself feel like you’re still around.
I don’t know if I should be smiling or crying.
When I think of all the moments we shared, I feel myself grin. Warm all over, really.
& then, when I think about how you were snatched away without giving me a chance to get used to your absence, I want to wail my lungs out.
I wonder if at any point of the day, you think of me.
Because very often, you are on my mind.
Even if I have got other things (or other people) on my mind, you always have a corner to yourself.
I wish I could tell you how much I miss you.
& tell you much I want you back here.
But, things were not meant to work in our favour.
For now, I just wish I could go on without thinking so much about you.
I just wish I could stop looking for you in others.
I just wish I could bring myself to you.
Or, you to me.
But, then again, my wishes are always meant to remain as mere wishes, aren’t they?
I miss you, Mr Whoa.
I miss you more than words can tell.
& I always will.
& sadly, a part of me still loves you.
& this part always will.
Now, appear in my dreams & wipe my tears away, won’t you?
|—||Unknown (via psych-facts)|
I’m over it,
I promise I’m over it.
But it still hurts sometimes.
|—||laura elizabeth ross (via horowitch)|