I just want to be kissed on the lips, and have someone play with my hair while we snuggle up to a movie in bed.
Thanh always makes me feel bad about myself. I know she doesn’t mean for it to hurt, but she does it knowingly. She’s aware that her remark will make me feel bad about myself, and yet she does it anyway. I honestly feel like I do so much for her, and she doesn’t even appreciate it. I just want a little love and support every once in a while instead of criticism and complaints about how I don’t conduct myself I certain way. #OverIt
Brenda always tells me that i’m stronger and more beautiful than i give myself credit for, but i can never make myself believe it.
I have all of our ask box conversations saved in my ask, and when I get sad I read them. They bring me back to the time when you still loved me and things were still right. I’m so sorry I never appreciated you when you were mine. The person who said you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone was partially right, it’s just that I never thought you’d leave. You promised you wouldn’t leave, but I guess promises were made to be broken. Any how, I’m over complaining like a 3 year old. I miss you babe, and I hope you never use that noun with anyone else.
There’s a part of me that will always love you and cherish the time we spent together.
There’s a part of me that will always wonder why you changed your mind,and who or what catalyzed your getting over me so quickly.
There’s a part of me that will always question whether or not you still think of me like I do you, and if so how often; but if not, why not?
There’s a part of me that will always be yours for the taking if you choose to claim it, but that same part knows you won’t.
There’s a part of me that despises you for breaking the promise we made to one another that we will remain friends, regardless of what happened between us and hates you for leaving me alone. That same part always revisits wounds that were left when you belligerently left.
There’s a part of me that constantly wonders what you’re thinking and how you’re doing.
And lastly, there’s the part of me that wants to tell you all of this but is afraid…. afraid of rejection again. The part that misses you the most but is too much of a coward to put words into action.