"I did this to myself, I let you in and when you left nothing mattered anymore.
"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close."
"Wise men speak because they have something to say; fools because they have to say something."
My feelings that don’t matter
I hate you for hurting me. I hate you for saying these things that brought me down. I hate you for telling me you lied to yourself to love me. You know damn well I fuckin wanted you. Your body. Your soul. Your love. I wanted US. I wanted to be just YOU and ME. Now its you and her. Me and nobody. I might be wrong but I know deep down. You miss what we had. The way you showed me off is not the same way you show her off. She a secret to you and I was your all. You thought I didn’t love you but I did. You thought I had others but I just had you. We fought many times because of other people. It was never about us. It was about them. Fuck society I just want you. At the end we had a love and hate relationship. We became friends but we kept fighting. Now we are back to where we started. Fuckin strangers. I hate it. And I miss you so damn much. I just need closure. I just need one more day to see you. To hold you. To just be near you. I miss your kisses. Your body against mine. I miss the romantic part of our relationship. I just hate the part where you lied to yourself about loving me.