It was bittersweet. With her, it was if my heart was breaking but at the same time still beating loudly as every inch of me fell for her. She made hell feel like my home and the smoke of her cigarette my new oxygen. She was addictive herself. With every intake of her I could feel myself slowly slipping away but then coming back together. There are days I wish I never met her but then I realize my days consist of her. That constant thought in the back of my head you can’t seem to shake. Oh yeah, she broke my fucking heart. But she did it so well, I fell even harder. She is heaven and hell combined. The eyes that are blue as the sky with the white glow in the middle almost angel-like. And then there is her smile that turns heads and gives false hope. How could a person be the cause of your disease but also the cure?
If you love someone, set them free. If they come back they’re yours; if they don’t they never were.”- Richard Bach – Yeah?.. well fuck that shit and fuck Richard Bach. Do you honestly think, I have the time to meet someone, click, grow an attachment, fall in love, deeply in love, I’m not talking your average crush, I’m talking, going back to the days where we used to write love letters from long distances type of love, the “making a cup of tea and blowing it until its warm enough for them to drink” type of love… to have a soul connection, miss them, crave them, submit to them, etc.. just to let them go in the future. Wdf. Listen, if it’s gotton deep enough for me to fall into that type of love, I’m not letting you go. Fuck, I hate this generation of replacers. If something goes wrong, instead of fixing it, we replace, or let it go or some other dumb shit. No. Richard Bach, who is divorced, I will not take advice from you. As long as it isn’t toxic and unhealthy, I am not letting go.