April 2012
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It’s a strange thing, how you can love somebody, how you can be all eaten up...
– Madeleine L’Engle
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last night
good, so good. my heart is not done crying yet.
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Important Things To Forget
Forget how his eyes looked when he was trying so valiantly to tell you how sorry he was. Forget how deep it seemed that cold rainy night and how the pain reflected in his eyes was enough to make you stumble forward and hug him like it was the first time. You gave your all to that hug, wrapped your arms around his body and buried your head into his arms. Forget how you wanted to stay there forever...
unicorn
3.56 the high has worn off. and I am still thinking about the conversation we had.
Jo’s right, if not for our my pride, we might just have made six years. it’s too bad I couldn’t see it back then. feels strange evaluating the decisions I made when I was fourteen. so young and so stupid. anyhow, I hope that I’ll be invited to your wedding someday.
Stop telling me to follow my heart. It once led me to you.
– Iwrotethisforyou, The Missing Bread Crumbs