Deep down, I know that life will be so much easier if I never talked to you again. If I shut you out of my life, I'll probably move on slowly and get over you ultimately. But you're the only thing that makes me happy. I don't know if that's right or wrong, or if it's good or bad, but I just don't have the strength to give that up.
With some break ups, all you can think about afterwards is how badly it ended and just how much the other person hurt you. But with some others, you'll become sentimental for the good times and you'll find yourself replaying the moments long gone over and over again.
“Don’t dwell on the past. Your history can’t be erased, but your future has yet to be written. Make the most of what’s going to happen instead of worrying about what you can’t change. Don’t waste your time being sad, because you’re wasting away moments in which you could be happy. Always remember that.”—
“'I love you' means that I accept you for the person that you are and that I do not expect perfection from you. It means that I will stand by you and be there for you even through the worst of times. It means loving you when you're unhappy or cranky, not just when you're fun to be with. 'I love you' means that I know your deepest secrets and do not judge you for them. It means that I care enough to fight for what we have and that I love you enough to not let go. It means thinking of you, dreaming of you, wanting and needing you constantly, and hoping that you feel the same way for me.”—
I'd like to believe that one day, I'll wake up and not miss him anymore. I'll finally understand that when he broke my heart it was for a reason, one I just did not understand yet. And when that day comes, I'll know that he messed up, not me.
“In Greek, nostalgia literally means the pain from an old wound. It’s a twinge in your heart, far more powerful than memory alone. This device isn’t a spaceship, it’s a time machine. Goes backwards, forwards, and takes us to a place where we ache to go again. It’s not called ‘The Wheel,’ it’s called ‘The Carousel.’ It lets us travel the way a child travels, round and around and back home again, to a place where we know we are loved.”—Mad Men
“I think maybe the most confusing person are ourselves. We all want what we can’t have, and rarely appreciate what we do have. We fall for someone we know will hurt us, but ignore the people who care about us. We love when we should hate, and vice versa. When we get what we’ve been wanting, it never meets our standards. We can’t make up our minds.”—
“Why do people ask “Are you okay?” Does “I’m fine” honestly satisfy you? If so, you don’t mean what you’re asking. I mean, come on, look in my eyes, I’m not okay, you know I’m not okay. And you asking if I’m okay just reminds me of how I’m not. It’d be nice for someone to reach out a little further than just that. Instead of a question, make it a statement. You’re okay. It’s gonna be okay. This will remind people of faith and hope and that will mean so much more. We all need to look a little deeper. Nobody is ever okay.”—
“The few people who have knocked down the walls you built up and whom you trusted with all your heart are the ones you will never forget. When someone like that leaves, they take a little piece of your heart with them. And the hole in your heart you now have, it just constantly reminds you of the person who was the cause of it. And I guess that’s why people who placed their trust in the wrong people feel so messed up. Because every day, they feel those void, empty spaces within themselves and wonder when they’d feel whole again.”—
I have so many things I want to tell you but I need to keep reminding myself that it’s not the same anymore. That it’s not right for me to want you to be here for me 24/7 like last time. That I cannot keep burdening you with all my problems even though you’re still as nice to listen to what I have to say and comfort me. That basically we are not who we were back then. We are not even we now, it’s just you and I. And I need to learn how to stop thinking of you and let go.
“If you are going to fall in love with me, it’s only fair that you know what you are falling in love with. You are falling in love with my insecurities, and my obsession with trying to figure out what everyone thinks of me. You are falling in love with my immaturity, my constant need to feel loved and appreciated, and my overactive tear ducts. You are falling in love with my past, my hopes and dreams, and how I’m a hopeless romantic at heart. If you fall in love with me, you fall in love with all my flaws and imperfections. But if you fall in love with me, you’ll also love the way my eyes dance when I’m with you and the way my head fits so perfectly into the groove on your shoulder. You’ll fall in love with the occasionally humorous and thought-provoking things that I say, and the way I blush when people ask me about you. You’ll also fall in love with how I give the best of myself to you without any reservations. I hope that’s enough for you, I really do.”—