One day I just woke up and realized that I can’t touch yesterday. So why the heck was I letting it touch me?
Steve Maraboli (via terrible)
Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.
You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.
You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.
You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.
Some things are better left unsaid (via dearalexandra)
I understand that we are both at fault, but you can’t blame me for trying to find another you. There was no one that could come close to anything that reminded me of you. I know- I shouldn’t be trying to find someone that reminded me of you, but if they didn’t remind me of you I felt like I was wasting my time or wasting theirs. I know you tried, too. I know no one could come close. I know- you shouldn’t be trying to find someone that reminded you of me, but if they didn’t remind you of me, you felt like you were wasting your time or wasting theirs. But here we are trying to put the pieces back together and I don’t blame you one bit. I know I messed up, but so did you. So, when I tell you that I’m actually willing to put everything we’ve done aside, I mean it. Some people think we’re foolish, idiotic, and mindless when we say we’re trying again. I know we can’t mirror or replicate how we were before, but that doesn’t mean we can’t try to be the best versions of ourselves toward each other.