I desperately wanted you to love me with your entire pumping blood. But, that’s selfish.
The truth is, I don’t want…shouldn’t have… to ask for affection.
"I love you" is not enough if the withering connection isn’t being fought for.
I often wonder why I’m so attached to someone who doesn’t bring out the best in me.
You’ve left a heavy, but brilliant mark on my internal skin. It’s a shame that deep down I know there is no hope for us.
Right now I’m feeling similar to the way I felt on a specific night last summer. We were eating ice cream. The weather was comfortably warm. There was nothing to worry about. It was pure bliss. Tonight the conditions are similar, except I’m not surrounded by the same person as last year. I used to believe that I felt completely content on that night because of the person I was with. This person may have been a portion of my happiness but not all of it in its entirety. I know this because I’m surrounded by different people and I’m feeling the exact same peace as I did then. Although it may seem like a specific person determines our happiness, I think the only person to truly have that ability is yourself. I’m not really sure. What I do know is that I was happy then and I’m happy now.
two years ago