Do you still love me ?
Do you still love me ?
Sadness creates beauty.
I just want you to know that I wish you the best and I want you to be happy in your life. I never wanted to us end this way, I appreciate every moment that I spent with you and I always will remember you.
Thank you for loving me, thank you for make me happy, thank you for support me and for being there for me, thank you for being you. I want you to know that I will be always here for anything you want, I love you from the bottom of my heart and I will miss you.
Random doodles i drew at school
Lo más peligroso que puedes hacer es enamorarte.
the most dangerous thing you could do is fall in love.
Ma végül az én szívemet is összetörték. :)
“I always write about love yet I’ve never written about you. What a strange irony, isn’t it? You, of all people, the first person who truly loved me.
It’s been years since we talked, yet, you still cross my mind sometimes, the thoughts of you bringing such a bittersweet regret to my heart. It will forever be like this, won’t it?
There are things I did that can’t be forgiven, not by you, not even by me. I will always hate myself for that - for seeing the love in your eyes and for taking it away from you. For knowing that every time I laughed and every time you laid your eyes on me you fell deeper in love and that I let you despite not feeling a damn thing back.
The harsh truth is, I don’t love you and I never did. But I’m not sorry for that, you can’t make yourself feel something you don’t. What I’m sorry for is letting you believe we had a chance, for playing with your heart and breaking it. I’m sorry for being such a cruel person and for stealing the light from your world. I’m sorry for leaving you in the dark for so long with so many unanswered questions. But most of all, I’m sorry it took me years to realize that what I did was in fact a monstrous act.”
– an apology letter to my ex who showed me what’s love supposed to feel like (even though I didn’t deserve it) // 11:55
Every time I hear about your name
I wish I could bury it
Deep down where it won’t make a sound
If this is love
Why does it keep bleeding?
Why won’t we let it die?
Stop the heart from beating
Keep calm Laurita, you will dominate the art…
I feel destroyed. I never thought I’d feel so empty without him. I never thought I’d have to write down words like these to express how weak I feel. I never thought I’d be crying thinking about you. Oh gosh, love can be hurtful sometimes.
She didn’t care who I was or what I could offer, all she wanted to know was when I would leave her.
among the approximately 7,800,000,000 of us according to Wikipedia as of august 2020, do you think there are people that exist that curl up in pain thinking of there soulmates that are no more? how many of us are out there, with husbands/wives/partners but still cry themselves to the thought of someone who is no longer alive. still let their eyes fill up with tears and heart clench in pain to the thought of someone who is buried in the ground, whose ashes are flowing in the water, or settled on the sea bed and the ones whose bodies were never found. how many of them see them walking in the hallway near their child room, how some of them might see them in the shadow behind the door, being the only ones that see them, people calling them crazy, buying their favorite food so they come back to them, begging for them, hearing their voices, willing to give up their lives just to see them one last time, just to be able to hold their love one last time, wanting so bad to be in the warm arms of the person they call home, pleading to feel peace. some not being able to accept the fact that they are gone, going back to their old apartment/dorm/house looking for them. wondering why they left them all alone in this cruel world when they loved each other so very much, wishing they get their demons if they had any; the ones that were with them till last breath. willing to go through the pain they were in just to have them near again, the bruises left on their bodies like comfort of the a blazing fire on a cold winter night that had been snatched from them.
how many do you think there are?
And at the end of our lives, we wait for our bodies to give up on us and inevitably shut down like those before us and those before them. Just like that our bodies give up on our connection to this world and to us. What are we suppose to do when every single day our battery goes down just a little bit where a charger is no where near, how shall we cope when this happens..?