th3wayilov3dyou

[th3wayilov3dyou]

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" Shadows of a lost love " 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ

I find your scent in the air, a whisper of memories that never fade, like autumn leaves dancing in the wind, colors that dim but do not forget. Your eyes shone like stars, now they are just reflections in a foggy glass, every unspoken word weighs like a stone, a silence that screams in the emptiness of the heart. I walk on streets we once shared, but every step is an echo of who we were, laughter has turned into a shadow, a song that resonates in the distance. Yet, in the pain, I find strength, a hidden lesson among the tears, for even if love vanishes, the scars tell stories of life.

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" 'cause everytime i get to cloose, i just go mess it up " 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ - MIU

In the beginning, everything with him seemed simple. There were laughs, silent gestures that spoke louder than words, an understanding that needed no explanations. Every day spent together felt like a small miracle, yet inside me, something began to crack. It wasn’t him, it wasn’t our story. It was that voice in my head, the one that never stopped. It whispered that I wasn’t enough, that sooner or later, I would ruin everything. And every time I tried to push it away, it returned stronger, more insistent.

He looked at me with eyes full of love, and I wanted to believe it, truly. But every kind word felt like a promise too big, too fragile. As if a breath could shatter it. So instead of letting myself go, I started to build walls around my heart. It was to protect myself, or maybe to protect him from me. The closer I got, the more I felt the fear grow—the feeling of inadequacy, of never being enough for everything he seemed to give me without asking for anything in return.

In the end, I was the one to destroy it all. I thought leaving him would be the right thing, that by doing so, I would put an end to my uncertainty and constant guilt. I said goodbye, hoping the void I felt would fill with peace, but instead, it left only a silence that was more deafening. I hoped distance would free me from my fears, that I could finally breathe again. But without him, every breath felt heavier, and my loneliness wrapped around me like a shadow I could no longer shake off.

I never stopped thinking about him. Memories of his laughter, his gaze, those moments when everything seemed possible flooded my mind. Every time I told myself it was better this way, another part of me screamed that I had made a mistake. I knew he was moving on, that his life continued without me, while I remained stuck, trapped between what I had lost and the fear of never being able to redeem myself.

I tried to convince myself that I was okay, wearing smiles I didn’t feel, like a mask behind which to hide the chaos within me. I found myself checking my phone, hoping for a message, any excuse to reach out to him again. But every time I thought of getting closer again, I stopped, paralyzed by the terror of making another wrong move, of ruining everything once more.

Sometimes I wondered if it was right to seek him out, if I was just clinging to a dream that could no longer exist. I felt like a castaway trying to hold onto a wave slipping away. Yet every thought returned to him, to us, to what we were and what we could have been if I hadn’t allowed my insecurities to smother everything.

I longed for a second chance, even though I knew it might just be an illusion. I wanted to show him that I could change, that I could be the person he needed. I dreamed of going back, of fixing what I had broken, of breaking the bad habits that had erected barriers between us. But every time I thought of him, I couldn’t help but wonder if it was too late, if his heart had already found a new direction.

Deep down, though, I knew that the real obstacle had never been him, but myself. My fears, my doubts, were like chains holding me captive. Until I learned to free myself from them, I would remain trapped in this cycle, destined to ruin every beautiful thing I touched. And maybe then, I would be truly ready to begin again. Maybe then, I would be ready to love without the fear of not being enough.

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" Who gonna hold you? Me. Who gonna know you? Me. " - TTPD

That night, the air was freezing, and the silence wrapped around everything. I walked alone, hearing only the echo of my own footsteps. Every corner of the street seemed farther away, darker, as if the entire world was slipping away from me. Inside, there was an emptiness I couldn’t fill, an invisible weight I’d been carrying for too long. I had learned to live with that feeling, pretending to be strong, pretending I didn’t need anyone. But that night... that night was different.

Suddenly, I felt a presence behind me. My heart jumped to my throat, and for a moment, I feared I was even more alone than I had thought, abandoned even by my own shadow. But then I felt a hand brushing against mine—warm, reassuring—and my breath caught. I turned around, and there he was. Him. Always him.

He stood there, like he had always been there. There were no words between us; there never really were, because we didn’t need them. His eyes, deep and full of something I couldn’t quite understand, looked at me as if I was the only person in the world. My heart began to beat faster, that feeling of safety, of being truly seen, after so long.

"Who will be here when the world lets you go?" His voice was a whisper, but every word seemed to fill the space around us.

I swallowed, feeling the knot in my throat slowly loosen. "You," I answered. My voice trembled, but I was sure. He had always been there, through the hardest moments, even when I didn’t deserve it. He was always there.

"Who really knows you, even when you no longer know who you are?"

His gaze pierced through me, as if he could see beyond every mask, every shield I had built over time.

"You," I said again, more confident this time. Because it was true. He was the only person who had never stopped seeing me, even when I could no longer recognize myself in the mirror. He was the one who could read between the lines of my silences, my fears, everything I couldn’t say.

He held my hand, and suddenly, the cold I had felt just moments before disappeared. The emptiness inside me shrank, as if it had been replaced by something warm, something real.

We walked together, without speaking. There was a strange peace, as if in that silence, I had everything I needed. I didn’t have to explain myself, I didn’t have to justify anything. He was there, and that was enough. The world could keep falling apart around us, I could keep feeling lost, but with him beside me, I knew I would never truly fall.

“Why are you always here?” I finally asked, breaking the silence with my soft, almost imperceptible voice. I don’t know why I was asking him just then. Maybe I needed to hear him say it, once and for all.

He stopped and looked at me, with those eyes that seemed to hold all the missing pieces of me. “Because you’re you,” he said, as if it were the simplest thing in the world.

And in that moment, I understood. It didn’t matter how hard the road was, how many times I stumbled or doubted myself. He would be there, always. Not because he had to, not because I had asked him to, but simply because he wanted to be.

We started walking again, my heart lighter, my thoughts less heavy. And, for the first time in a long while, I felt that everything would be okay. Not because the world would change, but because, no matter what happened, he would be there. Always him. Always us.

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" I love you, it's ruining my life "₊⊹ - ttpd

I love you, but you're ruining my life.

You don't understand, do you? Every day I wake up with your name in my head, and every night I close my eyes hoping that you think of me, even just for a moment. But I know that’s not the case. I know that, to you, I’m just a small part of your day, while you are my whole world.

Do you remember when we met? I do, every little detail. The way you smiled, the way you looked at me, like I was the only person in the world for just a second. But that second is gone. And now I’m here, stuck in this limbo, torn between wanting you so badly and knowing that I’ll never truly have you.

There are days when I convince myself that maybe you’re distant because you're busy, that you have other things on your mind. But then I realize, if you really wanted me, you’d find the time. And yet, here I am, waiting for a message from you that never comes, while I crumble slowly, piece by piece.

Every time we talk, I try to be happy, to make you laugh, to show you the best parts of me, hoping that one day you might love me the way I love you. But every smile I get from you hurts, because deep down I know I’m just a shadow to you. And I feel so stupid. Stupid because I can’t stop. Stupid because I love you so much, even though I know it’s destroying me.

I look at myself in the mirror, and sometimes I don’t even recognize who I am anymore. Where have I gone? Where’s that girl who once had dreams, hopes, plans? Now, it feels like the only thing I want is a small piece of you, even though I know that piece will never be enough. It never is.

I wish I could tell you all of this. I wish I could scream at you how much you’re hurting me, how you’re breaking me slowly. But I’m scared. I’m scared that if I do, you’ll leave for good. And then, there really would be nothing left of me.

I love you, and it’s the most painful thing I’ve ever experienced. But I can’t stop. I can’t let you go, even though I know that every day, I’m losing myself more and more.

And you know what the worst part is? I’m not even mad at you. I’m mad at myself because I let you do this to me. Because, despite everything, I still hope that one day you’ll see me for who I really am. But that day will never come.

I love you, even if you’re ruining my life.

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"I feel so high school everytime i look at you" ⋆.˚ - ttpd

it was the first day of school, and the air was thick with promises and dreams. As I walked through the crowded hallway, a thrill coursed through my spine. The sound of laughter and chatter filled the atmosphere, but my heart beat solely for one thing: him.

He stood there by the window, with tousled hair and a smile that lit up the room. His eyes, deep as oceans, seemed to search for something… or someone. And when our gazes met, the world around us faded away, leaving only the two of us. "I feel so high school," I thought, overwhelmed by a tide of emotions.

Every time I looked at him, I felt transported back in time, like a girl with a racing heart, full of dreams and fantasies. I remembered the notes of the songs I played, the words that mirrored my feelings: “I feel so high school every time I look at you.” It was a sweet, bittersweet sensation, like the taste of a summer candy melting on my tongue.

We spent our days between classes and conversations, but every moment with him was an adventure. Laughing together during recess, stealing glances in class, dreaming of a future that felt so far away. The school, with its gray walls and creaking desks, transformed into a stage where we performed our little romantic comedy each day.

And when we found ourselves alone, time seemed to stand still. Every word he spoke was a melody, every smile a promise. My cheeks would flush, and I knew I was experiencing a love that was young and real, unburdened by the complexities of adulthood. As our dreams intertwined, I felt anything was possible.

But adolescence is also filled with uncertainties and fears. There was the fear of saying the wrong thing, of ruining that magic. Every time our eyes met, a part of me wondered if he felt the same. Yet, when his eyes sparkled, I knew he could sense that magic too.

Weeks passed, and with them, my feelings grew like a tree sinking its roots into the fertile soil of love. Each day, I felt a little braver, a little more alive. And so, one sunlit afternoon, I decided to tell him everything. I took a deep breath and, with my heart in my hands, confessed, “Every time I look at you, I feel so… high as the sky.”

His response was a shy smile, and in that moment, I knew that it would forever be etched in my memory. Because love, even when young and imperfect, possesses a beauty that lasts eternally. And at that moment, as the sun dipped below the horizon, I felt truly on top of the world, as if nothing could ever hold me back.

In a simple school hallway, I discovered the joy of feeling alive. I realized that the most beautiful moments in life are those when the heart beats wildly, and every glance becomes poetry. And even as time moves on and paths diverge, that feeling will always remain in a corner of my heart, a treasured memory of a love that was—and will always be—so beautifully high school.