March 29, 2013

• More than empty words and promises

  

  Sometimes, I feel like I don’t belong where I am and that I have the wrong people in my life. I get this feeling, like I’m an outsider even when I’m being included or that I’m always around people who don’t know me at all. Then I see you smile at me and I don’t mind being invisible to the rest of the world, I realize I’ll always feel alone without you around.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  You deserve someone who knows how to make things up to you, how to make things right again after making you feel bad. Not someone who’s very good with just the word, ‘sorry.’

  
  
  
  
  
  

  I want so badly to tell you how I feel, but I’m scared that after I pour out all my feelings for you, you’re just going to stare at me like the words don’t mean a thing.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  Eventually she got used to the shit he put her through, and crying herself to sleep became a personal lullaby.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  Don’t worry about knowing people. Make yourself worth knowing.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  There’s nothing left here for me but empty promises and the thought of all the things I’m never getting back.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  The world was made round so that if two people who are meant to be together should choose to take different paths in life, they would wrap around and end up right back to each other to meet again.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  Wanting you happy was always more important than wanting you.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  Sometimes we stare too long at the door closing, that we miss the one opening of the next.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  And she loves regardless of everything that has stained her life. She loves with everything she has left, and that is beautiful.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  • 11:40 pm
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