They broke up. The first feeling I felt? Dread. Then elation. Then reality struck. She still doesn’t want me. She never did, that’s why she left. So I feel acceptance. I accept that she still won’t come back. Just because she’s single now doesn’t mean I have a chance. So contentedness. Knowing all the time I pined for her, angry and morose, begging, complimenting, using every thing I could think of to try to get her back, then using every method I could think of to erase her from my memory… Knowing that none of that was wasted. She won’t come back. I won’t feel that way again.
Ive accepted that Im allowed only to love her from afar. She has found happiness and that gives me hope that maybe I will too. For now Im content knowing shes happy.
- Brigitte Nicole (via youlooklikesomethingblooming)
i messaged her the other day. I know i shouldnt have but i was drunk. the things she said to me though. i cant help but think she still loves me. that somewhere in her heart she still yearns for my presence. to be by my side. to feel the touch of my hand. i still love her so deeply. i just wish all of this could be forgiven and we could be together.
- Johnny Knoxville (via fuckinq)