Somehow, deep down, she cares. She might not show it but she does. She’s always going to care. Always… even if it cuts her deep, even if it leaves her scars, even if she knows that it’s not right anymore. That’s how much she cares. When are you ever going to open your eyes? When are you going notice? Don’t tell me you will on the moment she decides to go.
i’m in love with this
I hate that feeling.. when trying not to miss you makes me even miss you more; when holding myself from replying to your messages spreads a pain inside me; when trying not to think about you is like saying “don’t think about elephants,” but I think of elephants. BULLSHIT.
Please respect that. A**hole. If you’d want to be temporarily happy, go find someone who doesn’t love you.
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He was gone. It was all over.