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itayouatt · 4 years
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11:14 pm
No matter how much you change, my feelings for you don’t. 
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itayouatt · 4 years
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00:43 am
The hard days are so much harder without having you to come home to.
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itayouatt · 4 years
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7:17 pm
It took me a long time to realize that every time you said, “I still don’t know what I want,” it wasn’t a good thing. It was like the first bite of food when you’re starving. It tasted like hope. Because in my mind, what you said meant: I know I left you for someone else, but I’m having doubts. But, it just dawned on me that what that also means is: I’m still unsure of you.
For the record, I was never unsure of you. 
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itayouatt · 4 years
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9:25 pm
You feel like Sunday morning. 
And you look like the rest of my life. 
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itayouatt · 4 years
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6:57 pm
Sometimes, the amount of times you’ll let a person hurt you is directly proportional to how much you love them. So, if you asked me how many times I’ll let you hurt me, I’d say, “Infinitely.”
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itayouatt · 4 years
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10:10 am
Sometimes, I just want to wake up and not remember you. I want one day where I’m able to go an entire day not feeling heavy from missing you. I want to have someone smile at me and not compare it to your smile. I want to look at art or the sky and not think about how you would find joy in looking at it too. Because since you left my life is just remembering- that you‘re fine without me, that I was so stupid for believing that you would stay forever, that what we had wasn’t enough, that I wasn’t enough, that you’re not coming back. That we were happy until you weren’t. 
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itayouatt · 4 years
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5:45 pm
I’m so sorry people have told you throughout your life that you are too much.
But the truth is, you were never too much for me.
Every moment since meeting you kept me expanding. 
I could never get enough, and yet, you were always enough. 
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itayouatt · 4 years
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6:06 am
You are the only person to knows how many times I felt like I accidentally opened doors in the universe.
And maybe it’s arrogant of me to think…
… but maybe this door to a parallel universe was the culmination of all of the times I begged the Universe to reverse time, just to hold you in my arms again.
Just to smile at you wider and laugh with you deeper.
Just to find the last time you said I love you, and I could hear you mean it.
Just to go back to the beginning and feel us falling in love after our worlds had fallen apart.
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itayouatt · 4 years
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11:02 pm
I wish I could enjoy the things we used to love without having to remember why I used to love them. And without having them feel empty because you’re no longer here. 
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itayouatt · 4 years
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7:33 pm
I can’t go to sleep at night knowing your arms are wrapping her skin, when they should be wrapping mine. I’ll just sit and wait a while. Whenever you’re ready... I’ve got nothing but time for you. We can walk away from this. Whenever you’re ready, we can walk away from this.
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itayouatt · 4 years
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12:06 am
If we were laying in bed right now, I would turn to gently place my lips against your ear and whisper tell me a secret. And it would tickle. And I’d be holding my breath waiting to hear your voice.
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itayouatt · 4 years
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3:12 am
Everyone keeps asking me why I never sleep. They suggest that I go to a doctor and get a pill to put my mind at ease. But how do I tell a doctor: I can‘t sleep because she‘s not next to me. I wait until my body is about to shut down without consent to crawl into bed, and when I do I wait until I feel her arms reach around to pull me in. It never comes, but I never stop waiting.
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itayouatt · 4 years
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2:34 pm
I say things that only you would laugh at, and the silence in the space that your laugh should be breaks me. There is so much void.
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itayouatt · 4 years
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11:16 pm
What people don‘t understand about her is that she‘s not like the rest of us. She has a grip on herself that is ethereal- tighter than any other but weightless. In darkness- when she cannot be the light herself- she can always find light. It gravitates to her. So don’t try to tell me what happens next. She carves out her own path through the trees. And when she leaves, she never comes back because she has a brilliant way of leaving things unfinished. Proving that truly beautiful things don’t always have to come to an end.
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itayouatt · 4 years
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3:23 am
I learned a second language just to have another way to tell you I love you. It was a language that only you spoke, so you would never have to guess who I was saying it to. So you would never have to share that love with anyone else.
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itayouatt · 4 years
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3:56 pm
I’m so confused. But not in the way like when you don’t understand a theorem in calculus, and you can’t possibly apply it if all you have to translate numbers are meaningless words. I’m confused in the way that you spend hours writing a proof about modeling traffic patterns in a 3-dimensional space, and it’s been 18 pages of work when you finally arrive at an answer. And the professor looks at it and then looks at you and says, “Normally this would work but this problem is the exception.”
I’m so confused because normally we would have worked, but our problem was the exception. We tried so hard. But we did 18 pages of work to arrive at the wrong answer. I was hoping we did everything right. 
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itayouatt · 4 years
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11:37 pm
I wanted to call and ask you about your first day. I wanted to hear every detail like I had for the last fourteen first days; for the last seven years. But that’s a place reserved with someone else’s name. 
And yet, I’ll wait to hear your key in the door, but it will be endless. Cause home isn’t a synonym for my name anymore.
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