“do you ever think of him?”, his best friend asked me.
“it doesn’t matter”, i said, trying to shrug him off.
he looked at me and then at his fumbling hands.
“it’s just…”, he stopped and looked at me.
i looked at him too, quizzically. “what?”
“he talks about you a lot. he…he’s still in love with you, i can tell.”
“he left me, not the other way around. he is responsible for this, not me. he made a choice and now he has to live with it. when he broke up with me all that time ago, i was broken and every part of me ached for him. i wanted him back so badly, but i don’t anymore. i’ve finally put all my pieces back together and i don’t need him coming back into my life and crushing everything again. he made a choice, and he has to live with it, just like i had to survive it.”
"(via pessimisticandrealistic)
‘Why do I feel so much when I’m supposed to be freaking heartless.’
- AA
you can’t have one."
something you’d say… m.k.j. (via apikaliaa)
you may seem happy on the outside,
but on the inside you’re broken.
broken into a million tiny pieces
although you don’t let anyone see that.
don’t assume people have the best life
because most people?
don’t.