I don’t miss him anymore. Most of the time, anyway. I want to. I wish I could but unfortunately, it’s true: time does heal. It will do so whether you like it or not, and there’s nothing anyone can do about it. If you’re not careful, time will take away everything that ever hurt you, everything you have lost, and replace it with knowledge. Time is a machine: it will convert your pain into experience… It will force you to move on and you will not have a choice in the matter.
And I still hope that one day I’ll get that drunk text from you telling me how much you miss me. Not because I miss you, but because I hope you regret that it ended the way it did.
I hope one day you regret that it ended the way it did.
getting blazed as fuck in public, thinking “boy I sure hope no one knows how high I am right now”, and then having the jumpscare of your life when duolingo gives you this notification
“I only came here to give.
If you come to doubt, I’ll give you every reason to doubt. If you come suspicious, I’ll give you every reason to be suspicious. But if you come seeking Love, I’ll show you more love than you’ve ever known.”
““One day, whether you are 14, 28 or 65, you will stumble upon someone who will start a fire in you that cannot die. However, the saddest, most awful truth you will ever come to find - is they are not always with whom we spend our lives.” - Beau Taplin, Hunting Season”
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