It’s so easy for me to love and so hard for me to fall in love. There’s a difference, see. I love my best friend’s crooked smile and I love the stray cat that hangs around my mother’s garden when I visit and I love that boy I talk to on the train every Thursday and I love street performers, even the bad ones, and I love rain and I love the smell of books and I love dried flowers, but falling in love with someone requires trust. To fall in love, really, I think you have to believe, deep down, even if only for a fraction of a second, that there’s a possibility that the other person might love you back.
I want to feel like I am enough, just once.
All for you.
“to be quite honest, i don’t even know why i smoke anymore. i used to because it gave me this rush… almost close to how i felt around you.” she says in a hush tone, taking a drag of her cigarette.
he breathes in a heavy sigh, “i know you miss me… but we can’t see each other.”
— how i wish i said good bye (@thethoughtsofthelonely)
You don’t know “lonely”, unless you’ve spent over two hours sitting under the running shower –going through every scar on your body and realising that there is not a single soul who wouldn’t judge and just listen.
Me and you, what’s going on?
I want to disappear to a place where the grass is green and the air is clean.
I’m so sorry that I gave up on us and you never did