Tu Me Manques
I wanted you to miss me
Like I missed you
Because everytime I thought of you
It felt like I couldn’t breathe
& every nerve in my body was suffocating

I wanted to shake you
Turn a little light on perhaps
That would make you want me again
But knowing I was asking for the impossible 
Made it so much harder to breathe

Because when I tell you I miss you
I’m missing a part of me
A part that’s necessary to live
Like my lungs, my heart, my brain
You are missing from me
Not quite sure what I’m holding on to.
The memories.
Who I thought you were to me.
Who you really were.
Or who I remembered you to be. Alianity 0245 (via alianity)
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I would tell you about her eyes, but she’s heard everything I could ever say about them and I can never quite capture their depth in my explanation anyway. I would tell you about her lips, but I’m afraid I’ve forgotten what they look like because mine can’t stay away from them too long without the yearn to feel hers burn against mine. What I will tell you is that I am absolutely infatuated and captivated with the way she exists so beautifully with me.. to me. I’ve never believed in soul mates, but it’s as if I wasn’t really living before I met her. I always had to pick words from in between my teeth as if they had no meaning and force myself to feel. I always had my tongue between my teeth preferring spilt blood to spilt confessions. I avoided raw emotions, but this time is different. She does not let me hold back. She does not let me shy away from how I feel about her. She hides her smile behind her hands or shirt the same way the moon hides behind the clouds when I look at her and tell her she’s absolutely beautiful. She smirks when I pull her closer and kiss her like it’s the only thing I would ever want to spend my time doing… because it is. I could spend the rest of my life kissing her. Her hips, my god, they are shaped like they are made to be watched and held by my hands, as I pull her into me every chance I get. She sways with me in the soft glow of her bedroom light and it’s like we dance to the hum of our favorite songs. I can’t sleep before she does because I need to feel her body become still inside of mine. She curls into me and I can feel every one of her muscles relaxing as I tuck her hair behind her ear and kiss her cheeks and breath I love you as she peacefully and safely falls asleep. I fell in love with the way time seems to exist everywhere, but with us. As if the clocks refuse to move another second when we kiss. What I can tell you is I keep getting lost in her smile and eyes and quite frankly I hope I never find my way out. Ethan Chamblee (via mr-outspoken)


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I thought I meant more to you than I obviously did.
Or maybe that was just my subconscious,
Telling me that I was suppose to mean more.
That I am worth it.
That just because you didn’t see it,
Didn’t mean it wasn’t true.
I’ll just mean more to someone else,
That won’t be you. Alianity 2320 (via alianity)
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I wish I could tell you I still love you. But I don’t. And I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry. But I can’t put myself through this anymore. I was so lost for so long. And you helped me find myself again. And I need to thank you for that. You made everything bright again. You gave me a reason to love again. I will always love you. But not like I used to. I will love you as a friend. As a friend of a friend. I will love the memory of who you once were. And maybe one day he will come back. And I’ll love him again. But although you gave me more joy than anyone in the world, you’re the only person who’s ever put me through this much pain. And you knew you were doing it. I realise now that you’ve always known how I felt. And you used that against me. So I can’t love you anymore. Because I need to let go and move on. I need to fall in love again. And I think I’m close again. I don’t want to be. And I don’t want to let you go. I never want to let you go. But I have to if I’m ever going to be able to love him. And I can’t hurt anyone like you’ve hurt me. I will never do that to a single living soul. Because any normal person would have killed themselves if they’d been put through all of this. And I was close. But I had to be strong. And I was. I was so strong and I proved that I didn’t need you. I proved that I could stand on my own two feet. And most importantly I proved to myself that loving you wasn’t a curse nor a blessing. It was simply a part of my life. A part that helped me grow. A part I will always treasure.
I love you. I will always love you. But I’m done. This is the end. I’ve said it time and time again, and I’ll probably keep saying it. Over and over. And maybe one day I’ll finally start to believe it.
I know what love is and I know what it isn’t. I know I loved you. And I know you loved me. But not like I needed. And maybe I didn’t love you like you needed. Because love isn’t pain. Love isn’t suffering. This isn’t love. I hope I’ve found it. But I won’t hold onto that hope. Because I won’t get hurt again. I won’t. There’s no way I’m going through that again. I needed you and you hurt me. And I won’t do that again.
So this is it. Good luck with your life. Your new girl. I love you. But please stay away. And stay away from him. My boy. If you even try to hurt him I’ll kill you. I know you’re jealous. I know that’s why you lost it that night. But you can’t do that again. Because he’s my best friend. And I’ve done a lot to protect him these past few months. More than you’ll ever know. More than he will ever know. More than anyone will ever know. He scares me. For a lot of reasons. But what scares me most is falling for him. Some days i feel like I am. Some days I don’t. And I don’t want to. I can’t destroy what we have. But I will say this; he’s made me happier than I’ve felt in a long time. I’m finally smiling again. I’m happy.
I’m ready. It’s time for me to let go. I love you. It’s time for our story to end. And mine to begin. This isn’t a story about you anymore. This is my story. And it’s time I started writing it. This will never be over (via rhaenysheather)
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People call these things imperfections, but they’re not. Oh, that’s the good stuff. Then we get to choose who we let in to our weird little words.

You’re not perfect, sport. And let me save you the suspense - this girl you met, she isn’t perfect either. But the question is whether or not you’re perfect for each other. That’s the whole deal. That’s what intimacy is all about. You could know everything in the world, sport, but the only way you’re finding out that one is by giving it a shot.

Robin Williams as Sean Maguire (Good Will Hunting, 1997)

(Source: punksnotdread)

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A little part of the 15th month anniversary gift

♡ more pictures of us - here ♡


I used to pray for myself… By that I mean I prayed selfishly, always focusing on what I wanted and felt. Now… You’re all I pray about. Every night I pray that God holds you close while you sleep and protects you since I can’t yet. I pray that He gives you strength and happiness when you have…

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