i feel like there’s two types of people in this world, ones that get over their grief and move on and the ones that descend into some sort of endless misery.

Why is it most of our heartache comes from the person who’s supposed to be our other half. I mean if we didn’t have to compete this circle.. Then this pain. These feelings and what we go through in the process would not happen. there would be no sleepless nights. no tears shed. no holding ourselves together and putting on a brave face. Life. Would. Be. Better.

oh.. but i love you. even still, even now. even though we fell apart. even still, even now. and i hope we’ll meet again…