I’m so fucking selfish. Don’t tell me I’m not because I wasn’t good enough for you so I pushed you so far away. But a part of me still thought you’d come back. That was until I saw you with her. You did what I told you too. You found someone who made you happy, someone prettier, smarter, less emotionally fucked. How dare I be mad at my own advice? I think it was because the way you looked at me, made me hopeful you would never really leave. I was wrong.
So I’ll cry myself to sleep and I’ll do whatever it takes to get over you.
i’m starting to think it’s impossible. (e.m.d)
Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word.