All you had to do was tell me you love me. Or ask me to stay. All you had to do was fight for me and show me you cared… but you didnt and now we’re over. And all I can do is sit here, broken in two, trying to figure out how I couldve tried harder to make you want to fight for me, to want me as much as I wanted you. I gave you everything I had, every minute, every memory, every piece of my heart was unconditionally yours, and you let it all go so easily. Am I sad? Unbelievably so. But was this probably the right thing to have happened? As painful as it is to admit, yes.

"Let them miss you. Sometimes when you’re always available, they take you for granted because they think you’ll always stay."

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"Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something."

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retr0philia:

theheatofthesouth:

Suddenly you’re 21 and you’re screaming along in your car to all the songs you used to listen to when you were sad in middle school and everything is different but everything is good

I will fucking wait for this day.

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