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I’ve finally realized the difference between loving someone and missing someone. When I loved you, you were the world, your laugh was the only thing that stopped me from shattering and the way you kissed me could stop my heart. I do not love you anymore. But I do miss you. I finally see that there are so many wonderful things in the world, I just wish you were still in mine. I haven’t heard your laugh in a few months and that’s okay, I’ve found other ways to hold myself together, but sometimes it plays in my head and I ache for the way it made me smile. I don’t want to kiss you anymore but on nights when loneliness hits the wall and plunges into my chest, the absence of your lips on mine makes me feel sick. I don’t love you. But I really really miss you.
you don’t have to come back  (via extrasad)

reoccurs:

I could have written a million songs,
But none of it would have mattered,
Because you wouldn’t be there to read them.

So instead I lay awake at night
And count the hours that pass me by

One, the way you laughed.
Two, the sound of your voice.
Three, the color of your eyes.
Four, the dimples when you smiled.
Five, how safe I felt around you.
Six, how you said we had it all.
Seven, how one sentence ended it all.

It’s 7 AM now and I can’t get out of bed,
But I do,
With the hopes of seeing you.

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timid:

it’s the times like these we remember. One day you’ll be 80 years old trying to remember what it was like to have 20 year old mind and a 18 year old heart, and then you’ll realise. It’s not the big things like birthdays and Christmas and big events that you remember, but the spontaneous walk at 2am, the drive beyond the sunset and the dreams and aspirations but mystery of what is beyond that sunset

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