- 2 years ago
- 2851
"Apparently I’m not allowed to feel heartbroken over something that was not enough to be anything. Apparently I can’t be sad over our end if there was no real beginning. “There are worse things,” they say. “But you weren’t even dating,” they say. “He didn’t say he loved you, did he?” No, never. And apparently I can’t be sad because some people have it worse. And apparently I’m selfish because my lungs constrict and my heart skips a beat when I see you. How am I supposed to explain that I miss our light conversations, your fleeting touches, our shared jokes? And why can’t I be sad that you turned from something promising to a stranger?"
- 3 years ago
- 17520
"I take much pleasure in being alone, but there is also a strange warm grace in not being alone."
- Charles Bukowski (via purplebuddhaproject)
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