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maybe it was love, maybe it wasnt.

all i knew is that it didnt hurt this much before. i didnt have to sacrifice and watch myself mercillesly , begging myself over and over not to do it-- not to message you again-- then lose the battle forever.

maybe he was my first love or maybe you were.

but if first loves equate the ones who broke you the most, you certainly have the crown.

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have you ever loved someone so deeply and so inconpicuously that you only realized the depth of your love the moment you lost them?

have you ever had your heart way too broken that the mundane things you do everyday were simply distractions from the shattered little pieces?

have you ever realized how anchored your whole life and your whole person is to someone that you can never save yourself from drowning the moment they cut the cord?

have you ever lost all your principle, all your dignity and the whole respect you have for yourself just to know how they are?

because if you do, then there's nothing worst than how it feels -- to love someone so ignorant, so careless and ever so heartbreaking that it literally feels like you're just piecing together the shattered pieces of your heart every single morning that you wake up.

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“But having a conversation doesn’t mean having a meaningful conversation,“ she said, “and having company doesn’t mean you have a companion. “Agreeing with someone doesn’t mean you feel understood. Being told that you are loved doesn’t mean you can feel it.”

— Sue Zhao (via sleevesofgrass)

Yes

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it’s boring without you here :(

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Chat me Chat me Chat me Chat me I chant as I wait for your name to pop up on my screen. Chat me Chat me Chat me Chat me I chant as I wait for the chance to talk to you again. Chat me Chat me Chat me Chat me I chant as I hear my heart breaking every minute I don't hear from you. Chat me Chat me Chat me Chat me I chant as I go in deep slumber with an empty heart that's missing you.

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10 Signs He's Just Not That Into You

1. He doesn’t remember simple events 2. Late replies 3. Doesn’t make an effort to talk to you 4. Cannot see your real feelings 5. Doesn’t make you feel special 6. Ignores your speeches 7. Thinks that your weird selfies are well, weird 8. Doesn’t double text or triple text or send flood messages 9. Doesn’t send you good morning texts 10. Ignores your decisions and opinions 11. Can go a full day without you 12. Lets you pay for him 13. Plans to depend on you financially IN THE FUTURE

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i miss you so much 💔💔

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Take me back to summer. When you were new and foreign. When the afternoon sun filtered in, warming us while you relentlessly tickled my sides. When you stopped, leaving smiles on our faces, lips closer than before. When our laughter paused and all I could think is “this is how it begins”. Take me back to summer. When the rays thawed our hearts and you held my hand because it felt right. When we were shy and nervous, yet never felt so at home. When you assured me that nothing would ever harm me again, if I stayed in the safety of your arms. Take me back to summer. When we were crazy and stupid and walked for miles just for a quick kiss on the cheek. When we looked forward to sunsets because we knew I would be at your door soon. When evenings were just as bright as the flames in our eyes. Take me back to summer. When your hand landed on my thigh. When we taught each other what it meant to be touched in the softest ways. When your fingers were desperate to explore every inch of my skin and my mouth travelled your body. Take me back to summer. When the moonlight illuminated your starry eyes and I blushed in the darkness. When the smallest smile from you made me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. When the room started holding memories of breathy gasps and moans, tinged with laughs. Take me back to summer. When we watched the nights grow longer and found ourselves tangled in your bedsheets, night after night. When we made popcorn at two in the morning and slow danced to rap songs, loving the feeling of having someone. Remember me as your summer lover. The red-haired angel who made love to you and your soul. The woman who flitted in and out of your life faster than the seasons, the one who showed you what it meant to be truly loved.   —————————————————————————————————————————————————————— The teenagers who fooled themselves into thinking they were mature enough to face this adult game.

Alexandra Joan Alexander (via sleevesofgrass)

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