Better Late Than Never

"I keep thinking you already know. I keep thinking I’ve sent you letters that were only ever written in my mind."

- I Wrote This For You (Iain Thomas)

This is how you lose her.
You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely.
You must remember when she forgets.
You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention.
She remembers when you forget.
You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.
You must learn her.
You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to.
You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.
And, this is how you keep her.

I can never tell if I’m the biggest asshole to exist or a huge sweetheart because some people I care immensely about and would drop everything for them and other people I could punch in the eye for just speaking

(Source: acutelesbian)

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lullabysounds:

It’s really weird thinking about how every person you walk by has a name and a personality and a group of friends you’ll never know and a messed up family or an awesome family or that they’re in love or that they’re depressed or are having the best or worst day of their life. There are a lot of people around and I’ll hardly know any of them.

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psychofactz:

More Facts on Psychofacts :)

Live & Learn

I opened myself up to you & trusted you with my life but that was my mistake . I always thought that you were the one person I could count on but I know realize how wrong I was. I can’t believe how stupid you could be to let people into our relationship & let them know things that should have just been between you & me . But at the end of the day I will always be the fucked up person in everyone’s point of view . I will never wish anything bad upon you but at this point I can care less what happens to you . You can continue to play the victim card for as long as you want but you will NEVER hold me back , I’ve finally learned from my mistakes & I even though everything may not be perfect in my life now , I’m actually happy .

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