I will succeed, with or without you.
“Lets cut down on our memories, because I can see us slowly slipping away, from eachother. And I’ve heard your voicemail way to many times. Is this what goodbye feels like?”
Why is this heart still beating?
I’m telling myself to stop caring. Over and over again. This heart dwells upon the broken. We had nothing, we have nothing. Just say goodbye, and stop this lead you throw at me.
Because I do love you.
I love you means that I accept you for the person that you are and that I do not wish to change you into someone else. It means that I do not expect perfection from you-just as you do not expect it from me. It means that I will love you and stand by you even through the worst of times. It means loving you when you’re in a bad mood or too tired to do the things I want to do. It means loving you when you’re down-not just when you’re fun to be with. ‘I love you’ means that I know your deepest secrets and do not judge you for them-asking in return only that you do not judge me for mine. It means that I care enough to fight for what we have and that I love enough not to let go. It means thinking of you, dreaming of you, wanting and needing you constantly, and hoping that you feel the same way for me.
We’re all so lost.
I’ve been searching to find the slightest clue as to where I need to go, where I need to be headed. This life doesn’t come with a map, and I’m looking but not finding anything. Where do I start, where do I end? Why am I here? I’ve lost my soul, to a world of misconsumptions, and judgemental eyes. I’m hurting, deep inside, this skin of mine.
