So this is how it’s going to be, then?
I try and be okay. Then the loneliness hits and I just don’t know anymore.
Why is it always nine months after a breakup when it hits me just how in love I was?
I know. But I wish I didn’t have to be. Talking people down shouldn’t be a skill, something I can be proud of. It’s something I do because I care, because I always would.
It still makes me cry though.
(via taraleetamas)