Sometimes when you’re not looking I put weird things in your food.
"My therapist asked me to tell her about you, and i wanted to tell her that you broke my heart. I wanted to tell her about the things you did, that made me so fucking mad. I wanted to tell her about the way you gave up on me, but instead, i told her that your eyes were the most beautiful thing i’d ever seen and about your hands, i told her about your laugh, about how you hated the way i lost my mind sometimes. I told her you were the best person i’d ever had the chance to meet, though few people realized that. I told her you were the only thing i thought about when one shot had turned into four and four had turned into ten. I told her about that time you said you loved me, and i told her that you made me feel pain in places i did not know existed. I told her your hair curled perfectly, and your voice made me feel like a child on christmas day. I told her i loved you. All of you. And i was thankful for the couple months you stayed."
when she asked about you (via for-givers)
"You know, one day you’re going to wake up and it’s going to fucking hit you. Maybe it’ll be when you turn on the radio and a song that I used to sing to you comes on. Or maybe you’ll reach for one of your favorite books and on the shelf next to it will be the necklace I bought you. Or the one day you decide to look down at your phone, and the date you see is my birthday. I don’t know when, but one day you’re going to realize everything you let go when you let me walk away. And you’re going to miss me and all the things we used to do. Well do me a favor? When you’re laying alone in bed, and want to pick up the phone and ask how I’m doing. Don’t."
Things I wish I could say to you (via latelycravingmore)