I never told him, but I think he knew the offer was on the table. If he ever wanted to come back, I would let him open the door and just walk through.
But, he didn’t.
He was more like a drizzle in a drought, a dandelion surrounded by weeds, and a fast glance of the view as you’re speeding down the highway.
He was there, but he never was.
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I’m not in love with you anymore
I forced myself to lock that away
But I still can’t let you go
You meant more to me than the flutter in my chest
More than the electricity where your fingertips met my skin
You were a support system
And the number I called when I wanted to die
My best friend
But now that piece of me is missing
And I miss you
In the most innocent way
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Day 45/366 (via write-yourself-into-the-story)
u ever feel so sad ur heart hurts