dearoldlove:

Our love was only meant to be a short story. Stop coming back into my life to add more pages.

dearoldlove:

I always think I’m fine. And then I’m not fine.

dearoldlove:

I’m not bitter, I’m disappointed.

(via fuckyeahskinnybitch)

dearoldlove:

It saddens me that you’ll never touch me while I’m in the best shape of my life.

letterstohim:

To him,

I hate that you made me fall for you all over again..I miss you. All I can think about is that smile you gave me when it was just us. It made your whole ‘I don’t care’ guard go away and for a split second I could see what you were thinking. I miss the way you kissed me, the way you made love to me, the way you cuddled with me after it. I miss it all.
But I hate you.
You tore me to pieces.

— From her

dearoldlove:

If you ever think of me, I hope you do so with a mixture of longing, curiosity, pain, and sweetness. But mostly pain.

I’m at a point where I can either keep doing what I’m doing and being unhappy and frustrated and let life keep kicking me while I’m down.

But instead, I’m going to take baby steps. Plan harder and be proud of what I’ve already accomplished.

Because without what I’ve already done, I’d be nothing.

dearoldlove:

Thank God you didn’t love me back.