“I’ve tried to hate you, blame you for all of this, but no matter what I do, in the end I know that I’ve brought all this hurt upon myself. And it hurts me more knowing that along the way, I’ve hurt you, too.”—
“I know you messed up, but I was willing to forgive you
because that’s how happy you made me. But you gave up,
you didn’t fight for me. You backed out when one thing
went wrong, and thats what hurts the most. You seen me
and looked right through me, I was invisible.
And now, all I have to say is fuck you.
I’m so over ya babe.”—
The one you first spent the night crying for. The one that never really worked out but you kept your hopes up too much. The one who got away. The one who taught you all you need to know about love. And the one that until now, is still the one you look back to whenever you try to love again.
I don’t mind, if you’re trying to back yourself up and all. But if you barely know me, don’t make like you have the right to have an attitude towards me. Atleast have some class, and don’t be that rude. Unless you want me to do the same? I mean being a bitch with an attitude is really easy to accomplish actually, but that doesn’t mean its necessary.
This person can make you so mad, to the point where you would raise your voice & argue, to the point where you’re saying all types of things out of anger, to the point where you would start tearing up, to the point where you feel like you want nothing to do with them. But, once you calm down, once you look at them, all those feelings come back & you know you don’t want to lose them. It’s crazy how the person who can upset you the most is also who can make you the happiest.
I'm not like anyone you've ever known, and maybe that scares you a little bit because here you are with a girl that actually cares for you and for once in your life, you don't know how to deal with that.
I used to think when I got older; the world would make so much more sense. But you know what? The older I get, the more confusing it is to me. The more complicated it is to me. You'd think we'd get better at it.
“I wanna kiss you in the rain, and sleep the Sunday away. I wanna make pancakes together, and give you back rubs, and surprise you with tickets to a Miami Heat game. I wanna write about you and dream about you, I want to cry and scream about you. I want to feel your arms around me as we sleep. I want your face to be the first thing I see in the morning, and for you to bring me flowers to work. I wanna do all those cute, cliche things we used to do. I miss you so much it hurts.”—