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Begging you to stay was one of the saddest things I’ve ever done. It made me realise that just because you adore the essence of somebody, just because you want to stay up till 3am every night kissing their freckles, just because you’d do anything to make sure they were always looked after, just because you love them, doesn’t mean that they will love you. It doesn’t mean that they’ll care and it doesn’t mean that they’ll stay. Most of the time people will always do what they want. But one day, I know I’ll meet somebody who will love me, who’ll want to care and who’ll choose to stay. I know he’ll kiss me softly and buy me roses. I know he’ll adore my eyes and laugh at all my childish sigh’s. And I know that it won’t be you. But damn, I wanted it to be. You should know that I wanted it to be you so bad.

— written by ALO (foxxies)
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And one day you just have to say that’s enough. Some times you just have to say that time’s up. And you have to stop caring, you have to stop letting people destroy you. Because they’ll suck all the life out of you and then you’ll adore them as they spoon feed it back. And what does that make you? Dependent. And slowly you expect less, slowly your hopes fade but you’re still there. Because it’s him. It’s him that makes it bad and it’s him that makes it better. He’ll tear you apart and you’ll beg him for the pieces. And you’ll see him as your saviour; when all he’s ever been is a very, very selfish boy.

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and i never got to tell you how

i’m badly hurting now,

and i’m building all these walls

to never let the feelings out

that i love you, that i love you

all the way from here

keep my distance, keep my distance

hide behind my fears

and you told me,

it’s not easy

what do you think i’m going through?

said you love me, then you left me

where do i go from here? 


i hope you feel miserable
like i do and i just
wanted to know if you
also cried your eyes out
like i did because
it’s the only way
i’d know that you’ve
loved me too.

I’ve finally realized that, there is really a difference between feeling okay and feeling happy. 

i forgot about
more and more
and i thought that’s
a good thing;
maybe i’m
moving on

no -
because when i remember,
i remember everything
i forgot
and once again,
i’m back in

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take me away to a far away place and hold my hand like we are two people way too in love with each other’s entirety. i want to get lost in your love.

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one step closer to d….

just like a torn page
from a book,
she felt lost
and forgot how
it feels to be
part of something.

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I don’t know what happened but one day, he got tired of telling me he loves me. He got tired of making me feel wanted and appreciated. He got tired of trying to understand me. He got tired of my pleas, of my apologies. He got tired of ME and I can’t do anything about that. Maybe he got fed up of too much love. Maybe he wants someone who can’t love him this much. Someone who jsn’t very protective and clingy. Someone who isn’t insecure. Someone who is confident and very witty and beautiful and not boring. Someone who isn’t me.

— I wish I can get tired of him too (m.b)

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Every time, I would imagine how it would feel like to see you again standing there right in front of me; just to see your face again, or smell even the slightest hint of your scent, or even touch the delicate and fluffy strands of your hair. What would I do? How would I feel? What will I say? And if ever you talk to me again, will I tell you I was mad at you for leaving me? Or would I tell you that I still made the decision of waiting on you after all this time? I had stayed, waiting for an answer, looking for reasons for your departure.

And here you are, now. Just at my slightest reach. And still I cannot hold. I cannot un-love.

//but I wanted you badly to come back. every time.   (via thediaryofalostheart)

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some nights, i pretend to be okay
and somehow, i make myself believe.
just like how you made me believe that
love is real and forever does exist.
but most nights, i stay awake and wait
for the message that will never come.
and on nights like that, i am faced with
the truth that you are no longer mine.

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