Hadley_heart

After he broke my heart, I began writing about him. I wrote and wrote and described him as a hurricane, a drug, my universe. Now that i've moved on, I don't see him in that way anymore. He wasn't anything above ordinary, he was just a boy. A boy who didn't want to be with me and thats that.

"i'm over you", i repeated now staring into the darkness. "But the thing is, i still stay up late to talk to you. I still see galaxies in your eyes, and blinding lights when you smile. I crave the looks you now give her. I still love the way you smile when youre embarrassed, and God do I miss your kisses staining my skin. I'm over you, but maybe, I've somehow learned to lie more than you ever did

oh god, we were so in love. we use to think about each other day and night. i talked about you like you had painted the night sky and you talked about me like i was the most beautiful thing in the universe. we would constantly be rushing through everything just to see or talk to each other. and if we couldnt, then its like we were suffocating without one another. but little did i know when i struggled to breathe, you were getting your oxygen from her, while i was left breathless

he looked at what she had become, or rather, what he had made her become. Her eyes were sunken. The shine her pretty brown eyes once had was nowhere to be seen. He remembered all the times they had spent together, happy. He remembered how much she did for him and in return, he went off and kissed another girl. he felt his heart sink as he finally came to the realization that she was the one who got away.

it's not that they didn't care about each other. They did but he was held back by his responsibilities and would rather drown himself in alcohol than the depths of her eyes. It's not that they didn't want to make it work. They did but she had this fear of not being enough and couldn't accept the fact that someone might actually love her back. You see, they cared about one another, but were too oblivious to realize it. And they could have loved each other. God, they could have loved each other.

she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful: something to be admired from a distance, not up close

you know whats screwed up? that you can be without someone for 3 months, six months, a year, and have mastered not thinking about them, but no matter how much time passes, there will always be that moment when you see a photo of them, catch a little scent of their cologne in the middle of a crowded street and suddenly, you're plagued with a rapidly sinking stomach and the relentless question: " what did i do wrong?"

i don't think people understand how stressful it is to explain what's going on in your head when you don't even understand it yourself

"For God did not send His son into the world to condem the world, but to save the world through Him." - John 3:17