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“— And if you feel like you care too much, you probably do. Constantly wondering if it’s any easier to be heartless than heartbroken? If you have spent too many nights crying and pitying yourself into a frantic submission then you have the choice: love less or love more? Either way you will never be able to recover enough of yourself to be whole again. You either let people use you until they pick you clean apart, or you roll up your sleeves and get the job done yourself.”
- a bitter hearts ramblings #225
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“I’m trying to find my self respect in between all the love that I have for you.”
- a bitter hearts ramblings #229
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“I love you, but I never thought I wouldn’t trust you.”
- a bitter hearts ramblings #228 The Lie
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“— And jealousy is something new, foreign. I don’t want to envision you tangled up with your past, happy, satisfied, and wanting. You whisper that there are no embers left burning and I believe you. But at one point you were with others that have touched you in ways that I haven’t yet and I’ve just spent the last year trying to retrace every one of their kisses and replace it with my own. So I take the mental hit knowing that your heart, hands, and mind were once absorbed with how soft they felt under your fingers and how different I must be from them. But I always wonder? Do you notice that when I kiss you and trace your skin, that I’m trying to make it hard for anyone to do the same after me?”
- a bitter hearts ramblings #224
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“I just get scared that at the end of the night it won’t be me that you can’t live without.”
- a bitter hearts ramblings #227
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“Nothing feels more gut wrenching and heart numbing than losing grip on the life that you had planned out so carefully.”
- a bitter hearts ramblings #226 Why does it hurt to be lost?
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“The words that spill from his lips are quiet, kind, and overwhelmingly easy for him to say. He requires no pressure or prodding unlike so many others. My world tilted on its axis when he called me beautiful and smart and funny and driven, and all because he meant it. Not because he wanted to touch my skin and that was his key to get in. Instead it was because he looked at the insecure parts of me, the frayed edges and silly smiles and said, “those parts are real, those are the parts that I love.”
A bitter hearts ramblings #220
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“- And when his teeth bite at my collarbone and his fingers press hard into my thighs, it somehow feels different. I expect the roughness. I’m used to it by now. Men have traced that path down my body before. However, it’s the reverent kisses placed after the bite and the hands slightly shaking when he traces my cheekbone that shows me how intensity can never match intimacy.”
- a bitter hearts ramblings #217
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How many times can I say “I miss you” before those words start to feel like not enough?
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- a bitter hearts ramblings #221 // i know you love me but do I exhaust you too?
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“Loving someone is brutal at times. It is the constant relinquishing of one’s own power in exchange for trust. It’s hanging up after a phone call and wondering if they already miss you like you do them. It’s listening to their words and trying to unpick your insecurities from in between them. It’s knowing that they could utterly wreck your heart if they decided that they don’t want you anymore. Loving someone is brutal because at the end of the night, you can never make anyone love you back.
A bitter heart’s ramblings #223
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“Maybe all of my hopeful wanting only ends up hurting me.”
- a bitter heart’s ramblings #222
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- A bitter hearts ramblings #215
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“I still have days when I think that I must be the most unintelligent, inarticulate, and ordinary person in the entire world.”
- a bitter hearts ramblings #218
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”That's the thing. If I had known our final kiss was going to be the last, I would have done it vastly different. I would have tightened my hands around the collar of your shirt and pulled you closer. Kissed you a little harder. Moved a little slower. Paid attention to the way your hands slid up and down my spine, and how you orbited around me like a gravitational pull. I would have tried harder to memorize it. Scorch it into my memories and gladly permit it to scar me. That's the whole bloody thing though, I didn’t know... and now I regret every vacant moment where I did not kiss you because I naively thought we had more time.”
- a bitter hearts ramblings #205
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”We departed from each other so amicably that for the briefest of moments I honestly thought that I might just be alright... but then I felt that bitter cold creep into my system, and when the gut-wrenching loss of you finally settled into my shattered ribcage, I prayed that I would never fall in love again because this just isn’t worth it.
This trauma is centered so deep inside of my chest that the aching feels permanent. It has no problem carving and dismantling me from the inside out. So, for the first time in my life, I suppose that love is just not worth the agony, it's truly not.”
- a bitter hearts ramblings #203 (I know its to early, but I don't think I will ever recover)
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