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My feelings just changed. I had been waiting for you to realize you couldn’t go another day without me. I had played out every excuse you could of had for putting all that time between us. Missing you had become second nature to me. And somewhere in the last year, when I never got that phone call, and you never showed up at my window, and we never ran into each other, I just stopped feeling like I needed you so much.

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After months of screaming as loudly as I could, months of shouting at the top of my lungs to get your attention, I am finally silent. Maybe this is what moving on feels like. Maybe moving on is the part when you’ve got nothing else left to say, maybe it’s that moment you think to yourself, “Oh, I’d better go. There’s nothing here for me anymore.” Maybe moving on is the silence.

January 11th, 2016 (via imwritingpoems)

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I tell myself I am searching for something. But more and more, it feels like I am wandering, waiting for something to happen to me, something that will change everything, something that my whole life has been leading up to.

Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed  (via odaro)

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I have a habit of falling in love with souls who have yet to be at peace with their bodies, their minds, their weaknesses. I try to build them, to find the parts of them that are missing in me. I end up with holes in my chest.

Farah Gabdon (via thelovejournals)

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I want your Monday morning sleep soaked eyes, dream drenched voice, lazy bones ‘five more minutes please babe.’ 
I want your Tuesday afternoon stretching break, glasses off, laughter on, ‘just hold me for a while, it’s been a hard day.’
 I want your Wednesday evening fingers through you hair, teeth biting nails, neck extended, eye glazing, ‘this paperwork never ends’
 I want your Thursday night wine for two, bones unbind, muscles let loose, flats, slacks, ‘just me and you’
 I want your finally Friday full soul smile, sun sipping light from the glaciers in your eyes, fingers unfurl, hand extends, ‘come on babe, lets go wild’
 I want your weekend, your movie marathon Saturday, reading by the fireplace, making love in the blankets 
I want your Sunday morning orange juice and cereal with blueberries, white sheets, tender skin, hair so friendly it’s standing up waving, ‘let’s not get out of bed today.’
 I want your ordinary and your stress, rest, release I want your bad day and that terrible night I want you drunk in my arms forgetting the place but never my name 
I want your lazy and your lonely and your fist full of fight I want you everyday in every way for the rest of my life. I want forever as partners, husband and wife. I want our love to always come first. I’m yours on bended knees.

mardybryant (via wnq-writers)

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Maybe true love isn’t the one with whom we spend our life with. Maybe it is our first heartbreak, the one that showed us how much pain our heart can take until it falls apart. Maybe it has to hurt, otherwise it wouldn’t be true love. And maybe our true love isn’t the one standing in front of us on our wedding day, but the one we’re thinking of right in this moment. Maybe true love isn’t meant to have a happy ending. Maybe after all we just aren’t supposed to be together with them, because unrequited love lasts longer than a fairytale.

(via untouchable-sky)

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I never knew how much I loved him until he fell in love with someone else

Your secrets are safe here (via thelovewhisperer)

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His voice is so soft and silky, His eyes are so magnetic, His touch lingering on my skin, His fingers grazing on my collarbone, His lips kiss my forehead, Whenever I’m away from him, I don’t remember what it feels like to be touched by him. Whenever I’m with him, I sink in bless. Maybe I do like him much more than I thought.

sapphireaster (via wnq-writers)

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Let me occupy your mind as you do mine.

Gotye (via im-sad-lets-have-sex)

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Some days, I wonder if you miss me. Other days, I wonder why I’m still wondering.

(via traumuh)

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I crave physical affection. I crave skin on skin. play with my hair, hold my hand, touch me, kiss me. I crave you.

(via fearlessknightsandfairytales)

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