October 3, 2012

• Even the sun sets in paradise

  

  Eventually, when you realize what you’ve done and how much you loved me, it’ll break your heart too.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

   I know there are times when I’m actually hard to be with. You fall in love with someone who has so many problems and I just want to say thank you for being there for me despite that reasons not to. I have a lot of flaws that could have pushed you away, but you’re still there, trying to keep me. 

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  We can only hope that things fall into place. And all these trials and tribulations were worth human suffering.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  Chin up. Put your shoulders back, walk proud, strut a little. Don’t lick your wounds: celebrate them. The scars you bear are the signs of a competitor. You’re in a lion fight. Just because you didn’t win doesn’t mean you don’t know how to roar.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  I guess what hurts the most isn’t that I don’t have you. It’s that at one point, I did. It’s that I can go to sleep missing you, dream that I’m with you, then wake up and realize once more that I don’t have you. Maybe what hurts the most is not that I’m no longer enough, but at one point, I was.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  I used to think that finding the right one was about the man having a list of certain qualities. If he has them, we’d be compatible and happy. Sort of a checkmark system that was a complete failure. But I found out that a healthy relationship isn’t so much about sense of humour or intelligence or attractiveness. It’s about avoiding partners with harmful traits and personality types. And then it’s about being with a good person. A good person on his own, and a good person with you. When the space between you feels uncomplicated and happy. A good relationship is where things just work. They work because, whatever the list of qualities, whatever the reason, you happen to be really, really good together.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  It’s funny how the people who know the least about you, always have the most to say.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  Sometimes when one person is missing, the whole world seems depopulated.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  You can’t lose what you never had. You can’t keep what’s not yours. And you can’t hold onto something that doesn’t want to stay.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  I just want to know if you meant everything you said. I don’t want you back, I don’t want an apology, I just want the truth. I want to know if what we had was even worth fighting for in the first place. I want to know if I cross your mind, I want to know if you realize just how much you messed up.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  there are two ways to get everyone to hate you: do something really wrong or do something really right.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  mistakes make me human. i never said i was perfect.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  I believe you can love someone, but not like them. You love them for the person they were when they were with you, and for how they made you feel at one point. You still love them and you might always, but you can still not like them. Their personality might have changed. They might have gone the wrong way and lost themselves. Or they might have just given up. It can happen.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

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