You have to learn how to forgive the people who have broken your heart, even if they never gave you an apology.
the hardest lesson to learn // excerpt from a book i’ll never write #106 (via a-laa-mode)
““i won’t ask you to come back,” she says. “all i ask is that you tell me you felt it too; the love, the yearning for one another. just tell me that you were happy, even for a little while, please, tell me that i made you happy.””
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i write so much better when my heart is broken, maybe some people are meant to hurt so they can create beautiful things
Yipes!
I look at the cover of our love story and acknowledge that there will never be another one quite like it, and I make peace with it.
c.e.
I still haven't learned the difference between love making and fucking.
you never taught me
soon you will be living in a great city, with friends that support you and understand you, learning and experiencing new things every day. you’re conversational in multiple languages and pursuing a field you love. maybe things are not okay now, but they will be. there are so many wonderful things to come.