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“ I don’t like to talk about what hurts ”
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It sucks when you talk to someone non stop for two years and then you both decide you’re no good for each other anymore but you can’t help but check on that person from time to time to see if they’re happy or if they’re doing okay.
Sometimes moving on is the best thing for you, but sometimes it hurts like hell.
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“ You hurt me so many times. And I kept forgiving you over and over.
Did you even realise how hard to do was that?
You never valued me or my efforts. You never respected me.
Now that I’m done with all of this, you want me back. But you’re still not valuing, respecting or appreciating me. So I’m not coming back, ever.
We will always have Paris.. ”
if u ever meet someone who makes ur life flow easier and makes u laugh a lot keep them, that’s all u need
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“ There it goes again. That heavy feeling in your chest when you don’t feel any desire to speak or move. All you want to do is close your eyes and sleep, because the process of being broken is incredibly exhausting. You attempt your best to make your days fulfilling, but no matter how hard you try you can’t seem to connect to anyone or anything. ”
“ I want this too. I want all of it. The pointless bickering, the long walks, the late night phone calls, the good morning texts. I want cute pictures with you, to hold your hand, to make food for you, to call you baby. The joking, the wrestling, the fights, the long how-I-feel messages after we make up. I want to be one of those inseparable best friend couples where people are like “You guys are still together?” That’s what I want. With you. ”
“ You can’t let yourself fall for the same shit over and over. You can’t allow it to trap you up, and suffocate you until you say what it wants you to say. You can’t allow yourself to say yes everytime and fall into its arms. You need to get a grip on yourself because each time you say yes, you know for sure it’s going to end up with tears on your side. You know it’s a constant cycle, and it’s bound to happen again. Seriously, get a fucking grip on yourself and walk away when you still can. Because it’s a monster. It can kill you. Love doesn’t die, but it can kill you. ”
A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their lover’s once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life.
Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.this fucks me up every single time
I never expected this to be my most popular poem out of the hundreds I’ve written. I was extremely bitter and sad when I wrote this and I left out the most beautiful part of that class.
After my teacher introduced us to this theory, she asked us, “is love a feeling? Or is it a choice?” We were all a bunch of teenagers. Naturally we said it was a feeling. She said that if we clung to that belief, we’d never have a lasting relationship of any sort.
She made us interview a dozen adults who were or had been married and we asked them about their marriages and why it lasted or why it failed. At the end, I asked every single person if love was an emotion or a choice.
Everybody said that it was a choice. It was a conscious commitment. It was something you choose to make work every day with a person who has chosen the same thing. They all said that at one point in their marriage, the “feeling of love” had vanished or faded and they weren’t happy. They said feelings are always changing and you cannot build something that will last on such a shaky foundation.
The married ones said that when things were bad, they chose to open the communication, chose to identify what broke and how to fix it, and chose to recreate something worth falling in love with.
The divorced ones said they chose to walk away.
Ever since that class, since that project, I never looked at relationships the same way. I understood why arranged marriages were successful. I discovered the difference in feelings and commitments. I’ve never gone for the person who makes my heart flutter or my head spin. I’ve chosen the people who were committed to choosing me, dedicated to finding something to adore even on the ugliest days.
I no longer fear the day someone who swore I was their universe can no longer see the stars in my eyes as long as they still choose to look until they find them again.
This is so fucking important and I think it’s something I needed right now
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