January 18, 2013

• We pretend to forget

  

  Maybe mistakes are what make our fate… without them what would shape our lives? Maybe if we had never veered off course we wouldn’t fall in love, have babies, or be who we are. After all, things change, so do cities, people come into your life and they go. But it’s comforting to know that the ones you love are always in your heart… and if you’re very lucky, a plane ride away.

  
  

  We used to believe in a lot of things, like forevers, and our dreams. We used to speak of our futures. Then we both went our separate ways. We don’t talk about those things anymore. In fact, we don’t talk at all.

  
  

  I never asked for it to be over. Then again, I never asked for it to begin. That’s the way it is with life, some of the most beautiful days come completely by chance. But even the most beautiful days have their sunsets.

  
  

  They say it’s the little things in life that matter most, but you’re a big part of me, and you matter the most.

  
  

  Time doesn’t always heal. It just breathes and swallows memories.

  
  

  It’s not denial. I’m just selective about the reality I accept.

  
  

  Do what you want, who gives a shit? Rob a bank, stop eating, go out and change the world or burn your house to the ground. Throw your hands in the air because you just don’t care. For God’s sake, breathe that fucking air and live your life.


  
  

  no matter your morals, your expectations, or your dating rules 
there will always be one person you comes into your life
 and changes everything you’ve believed in.

  
  

  The saddest kind of sad is the sad that tries not to be sad. You know, when sad tries to bite its lip and not cry and smile and go, “No, I’m happy for you”? that’s when it’s really sad. 

  
  

  Don’t base your decisions on the advice of people
who don’t have to deal with the results.

  
  

  i tell it how it is, and not how it might be. straight from the heart that’s why they don’t like me.

  
  

  I’m not that girl. I’m not the girl who gets attached. I don’t like feelings, they’re messy, and I don’t like being hurt. Why did I let him get to me when I know everyone always leaves.


  
  

  Hey, listen. I’m comfortable around you, and these flirt sessions we have pretty much rock, but you have to win my heart, because right now it’s stuck with some jerk who honestly doesn’t deserve it. But I can’t do anything about it right now because I fell harder for him than I did for anybody else, and unless he randomly disappears off the face of the earth one day, my stomach is still gonna drop to my feet when I see him. So, please, win my heart over.


  
  

   

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