One day you're going to see them holding hands with someone who took your chance. They won't even notice you because their to busy laughing with the stupid jokes he makes. And it will burn your heart seeing that beautiful smile on their face and realizing that you're not the reason. And then it will hit you: it was her, it was ALWAYS her.

When they break your heart. They feel nothing. They move on quickly. . .like nothing happened. You feel as if a piece of you is missing. You can't eat, you can't sleep. All you do if think about them. Wondering if they're thinking of you. Wondering if they ever miss you. You're depressed for weeks, months, sometimes longer. But then you realize what's important in life. And you decide that you need too worry about yourself. You soon move on. . . and their stuck watching you smile. And they realize. . .they messed up.
THEY'LL REGRET EVERYTHING.

Maybe it won't matter in thirty years; maybe I won't even remember your name. But right now it matters and it fucking hurts - and I'm still trying to be okay with that.
The worst part is knowing that even if I walk away, my heart will always be waiting for you to follow.


I have been scared of love my whole life. I don't like the fact that I depend on someone else. I do have people and I do open up (sometimes) but I never really tell someone what's going through my head. I don't want to bother them. I don't want pity. I do want something or someone I just don't know what or who it is. I think that's what scares me the most.