To be in love often means being free, but in this case, to be in love means to be a prisoner – your prisoner. My love for you is currently dormant despite knowing I would be happiest with you. It’s a battlefield of loving and being loved. How badly do I want to be loved?. By allowing your love, am I wrecking myself even more? And if so, how do I break free?. Fighting myself from going down that dreadful road I’ve been down once before, one foot in and one foot out. Heart in my hands and my mind lost.

Don’t ever let anyone tell you you’re not good enough. The moment you allow them to discourage you from being yourself, you’re betraying the most important person in your life – you.

I met someone so amazing that it feels like it’s a dream to have known him. The further away walk from him, I keep asking myself if I did the right thing. And in many ways, yes, it was the right thing. But it wasn’t the right thing for me, or him, as he’d said. I want to believe him, and I do. Even if I didn’t listen to him the last time we spoke. But what else could I have done? Sometimes you have to pull the trigger on your interests before you end up pulling the trigger on yourself. Love is strange yet it helps you grow. Love made me a better person in many ways. And losing that doesn’t mean all of it has to go away. I get to carry so much of what was wonderful. I get to carry the memories of our love. And for once, I’m reliving a happier time, even if it had to end.

I understand how frustrated a person can get when despite all your efforts they are still emotionally unavailable to you.

I know it’s over for us. I know. It’s just, my heart isn’t convinced.

Sometime in the future, I will forgive myself for being this way. But today, all I’m trying to do is figure out why I am this way.

Trying to replace a feeling, a person. When there’s only one of each kind, how do you replace someone perfect in every aspect yet was never yours.

My plastic smile fools everyone, and I know they don’t see I’m crumbling inside. I’m afraid if I make eye contact they’ll all know, they’ll all see my tear-well curtains attempting to barricade against the world.

How do I stop this feeling? How do I forget? How do I make it stop? I’m trying. I just can’t anymore. There’s no way I can make it stop. I want it to go away completely. I can’t handle it anymore. How did I get here? Was I always coming here? Why didn’t I realize this is where I was leading to all along? Why did I think it would all be okay in the end? How does a broken attempts ever equate to anything promising? I’m crumbling.

When did we stop trying? When did we settle for being ugly in our bodies?

What’s life if it doesn’t erase memories with time?

Today could mean nothing in the future but there’s no denying right now my heart is in literal pieces and I’m possibly in denial.

My entire world slipped through these fingers. The ground slipped through for a second that felt like forever.

I can’t read on this because there’s nothing relatable out there. Where no one hurt each other except the part it had to come to an end. And now I need someone I could share all my 9gag memes and Cosmo updates with.

It’s the little things that mean the most in the end. Even when you tiptoe to never take something so incredible for granted, it ends up falling through. It just had to be this way.

What’s meant to be will find its way, and what’s meant to not, won’t.

And now we both have flights we won’t be catching this New Year.