Columbia University students at the Gaza solidarity encampment reading Wisam Rafeedie's The Trinity of Fundamentals and Ghassan Kanafani's The Revolution of 1936–1939 in Palestine (ph. Ian Bartlett).
you will have self respect and you WILL be fine on your own until you find your person. whenever you find yourself reminiscing again and driving yourself insane, remember all the times he has been shitty to you. all the times he’s ignored you or done things that made you feel horrible. the good times were good, yes. but the bad times made you forget who you are. and who you are is someone strong. someone who is capable of being alone and loving herself regardless of what a stupid boy thinks of her!
it’s been months. i’ve stopped wishing for you. i think my tongue has forgotten the taste of your name. i think it’s better this way. but sometimes, when i stumble across a photograph or a video of us, i’m reminded of what could have been and it torments me. and then i forget about you again. until next time.
we stopped talking a month ago. it wasn’t my choice. i wondered why it was so easy for you to let go. why i was the only one who kept holding on. but, looking back, you always had one foot out the door. we never stood a chance. i still wait for you like a dog.