I miss your touch, your kiss, your hair, your hands, your body, your lips, your voice… I miss you. Everything about you… I wish you were still here with me. I wish you were still mine. I miss us, we, we are one. When I close my eyes I can still imagine you laying here holding me in your arms. Wrapping me with those strong arms and whispering into my ears. Telling me about our future together.
Now I’m alone laying here wondering if you miss me or think of me the way I am of you. I miss my best friend, my lover, my future, my everything. Now we’re just strangers that once had a history together.
Somewhere along the way we lost what we had. We became distant. We became me and you. There’s no more us, we, we are one. How did you do it? How did you let go of us so easily? Tell me the secret. Give me the recipe to letting go of you. I want to know. Maybe I can use it the next time I meet another you.
How can I forget the touch, the kisses, the feelings, the look, the closeness? I want to know. Tell me….
The truth is
I still care
In my heart
I will always
Have a place
Just for you
The truth is
My mascara will smear
If I start
To think of those days
Those moments we embrace
Love between us two
The truth is
I hate crying
I want to breath again
You by my side
The truth is
I’m done with your lying
Your selfishness and stupid ways too
Love is not a bargain
Love is not bleeding
Love is not to be hide
Taking advantage of dollar beer night at the climax @monchizzle08 @floresgirl14
It’s almost a month since we broke up but why do I still miss you. It’s so hard to look at everyone who asks about us and act like I don’t care. It’s hard for me to say that it was for the best and that it was what we both wanted.
I’m happy to have been the person that pulled you out of the darkness, and the person that made you believe again. I’m glad to have been the woman that pulled you up when your ex made you drowned in darkness and depression. I’m just sad that you gave everything to her and she threw it away. You could’ve at least gave me that much if not more. But you pulled back and made me suffer for what she did.
You only saw your pain and our differences. I gave everything I had. I did the best I could. At the end I’ll never regret anything that I had with you, because I know that I put in 100%. You focus on our differences because I’m younger. I may be younger, but I can assure you that I’m damn sure about what I want. I may not be tuned into what you like but that’s because you never tried to show me.
Don’t go blaming me in the future about your heart ache when the only ache you have is created by you. You are such a damn liar. I’m glad to see that side of you before dedicating my whole life to you. All you know how to do is used your words. You never back them up with actions. Hopefully someday you’ll grow up and own up to your words.
You made yourself sound like a saint but the truth is you’re a liar. Everything you said that you are not just happened. You have became all of them to me. Now don’t go telling stories to other girls because the truth will come out. You broke my heart. You lied to me. Karma will come back. A guy like you only think of yourself and no one else.
A well known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a $20 bill. In the room of 200, he asked. “Who would like this $20 bill?”
Hands started going up. He said, “I am going to give this $20 to one of you - but first, let me do this.”
He proceeded to crumple the 20 dollar note up. He then asked. “Who still wants it?” Still the hands were up in the air.
“Well,” he replied, “what if I do this?” He dropped it on the
ground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe. He picked it up, now crumpled and dirty. “Now, who still wants it?”
Still the hands went into the air.
“My friends, you have all learned a very valuable lesson. No
matter what I did to the money, you still wanted it because it did not decrease in value. It was still worth $20.
Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt by the decisions we make and the circumstances that come our way. We feel as though we are worthless; but no matter what happened or what will happen, you will never lose your value.
Dirty or clean, crumpled or finely creased, you are still
priceless to those who love you. The worth of our lives comes, not in what we do or who we know, but by …WHO WE ARE.
You are special - don’t ever forget it.”
This post always shows up in my life when I need to hear it most.
(Source: loves-war, via remember-that-i-love-you-deacti)