(Source: georginakincaid, via peterspidermanparker)
You won’t do our things with another girl, or say the same things, will you?Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via fawun)
(Source: larmoyante, via mermaidki)
Anonymous asked: It's nice to love and to be loved. Just remember true love will always be true love.
I’m just so damn torn. I could promise I was doing well. I was moving forward just fine. I feel like I’m back to Point A, and I can’t stop thinking about him. It’s so painful seeing him with someone else. I found out that he was talking to someone awhile ago. I got over it because I had someone else on my mind. But now it’s getting to me. I feel so replaced, and it makes me sick. This is what I despise about relationships. You share sweet memories with someone and then it’s gone. You begin reliving those memories with someone else. You kiss someone else. You cuddle with someone else. You stay on the phone for hours with someone else. I don’t know if anyone else over-analyzes this as much as I do, but once you realize what I’ve realized, it’ll make you sick to your stomach. It’s such an unhappy thought. He’s so happy, as he should be. I put him through enough. But I am not happy. Yes, I have someone in my life, but I don’t know how long that’s going to last. How long it lasts is all in my hands. I know the future. I know it’s a dead end. I feel like I’m distancing myself from him, but then I catch myself. I feel like I’m cheating him by thinking about my ex love. It’s so unfair. When I’m quiet and he asks me what I’m thinking about, that is what I’m thinking about. Sometimes I think about where all of this is going to go. I think about if I love him as much as he loves me…if I can give him what he needs in return for how much he loves me. I don’t know if I can give enough in return. Every time I look at pictures of my ex love and his girl, something comes over me. I can’t focus after that. I need help and I wish I could talk to someone who would understand, but then I realize I don’t understand myself, so my explanation of what I feel would be incoherent. I thought I was healing, but I’m not.
