#sheneverlovedme

[mysteryperson]

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[bookamme]

Giving up its never easy

As they see it to be

It's like leaving heaven for hell

You want to hold on but to what?

A frail trail of hope breaks nothing but hearts.

#sheneverlovedme

[charles-meu-blog]

Vuelvo a aquí después de tanto tiempo, han pasado meses desde que te hable por ultima vez, y ni tu ni yo hemos dicho nada, será más tu culpa que la mía de no habernos pronunciado ni la más mínima palabra. No obstante no ha pasado ni un día desde que te olvide, así que estoy aquí no porque ya te haya olvidado, es porque ya no te extraño

[pauligee91-blog]

A Love Letter I Never Sent To A Girl Who Never Loved Me

Dear Unrequited Love, I’m not sure if you remember me, as you have proved exceptional at moving on - almost as good as you are at pretending I no longer exist. However, I remember you - in fact, you lived inside of me for a little while. It may sound childish, and I’m under no illusion that science will not back me up - but I believe that when you love somebody, they live inside of you. How else could one explain the butterflies anytime I spoke to you, the tingling feeling every time our bodies came in contact, the feeling of heaviness walking to my car when you would stand me up and of course, the almost literal feeling of my heart breaking when I saw you had found somebody else to love. But you don’t live in me anymore, and I don’t think I ever lived in you. It wasn’t easy to get you out of me - you had dug yourself deep inside of me. Every cute message, every prolonged hug, every plan we made to spend nights alone on the beach dug you a little deeper. It took a lot of crying, and writing, and conversations, and half-serious thoughts about self-harm to get you out of me. But I was determined to get you out, you didn’t deserve to take the place of something beautiful. But maybe it was my fault - maybe I was so tired of feeling alone that I misconstrued your actions. Maybe I subconsciously created a version of you in mind, a version of you that cared about me - and maybe I fell in love with that version of you, because even fake love is better than the inescapable visceral emptiness of feeling alone. Maybe instead of you digging yourself deeper inside of me, I unwillingly put you there. Looking back, the signs should have been clear to me - every cancelled plan, every time you stood me up, every time you danced with someone else, every time you gave other people the same look you gave me - that was you trying to dig yourself out of me, but I was too in love to see it. At the time I thought it was being optimistic, but now I realise optimism can sometimes just be a way to ignore reality when it’s too painful. I do have one request of you for the future, please be honest with people. Be unswayingly, unapologetically honest with people. Let your actions match your words. Please do not make plans with people, romantic or not, if you have no intentions on keeping them. And please do not judge a book by it’s cover - I know I am a large man, but I am fragile on the inside. And one more request, please be happy. There was a time when I wished with all my heart that you would be as miserable as me - but I apologise for that, no-one should ever wish unhappiness on another. Go big, be successful, find happiness - you deserve it, even if it is not with me. Love, Paul.

[mysteryperson]

I should have jumped off that bridge

Those pills should have killed me

I should have driven off that hill

I should have hung myself

I should be dead right now

The only thing stopping me

Is my love for you