Maybe crying is a means of cleaning yourself out emotionally. Or maybe it’s your communication of last resort; the only way to express yourself when words fail ... the same as when you were a baby and had no words.
Even more, I had never meant to love him. One thing I truly knew - knew it in the pit of my stomach, in the center of my bones, knew it from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet, knew it deep in my empty chest - was how love gave someone the power to break you.
Believe that life is worth living, and your belief will help create that fact.
The whole problem with the world is that fools and fanatics are always so certain of themselves, but wiser people so full of doubts.
You are, after all, what you think. Your emotions are the slaves to your thoughts, and you are the slave to your emotions.
But they'd loved each other. With the wisdom of time and passing of years, she knew that. She knew, too, that love didn't evaporate. It faded, perhaps, lost its weight like bones left out in the sun, but it didn't go away.
At least I expected the disappointment, right? I mean, I can't say I was surprised you hurt me once again. But I can't say it hurt any less, either.
Look, I'm going to find a way to be happy, and I'd really love to be happy with you, but if I can't be happy with you, then I'll find a way to be happy without you.
I'm moving on. No more waiting. No more hurt. If you wanted me you could've had me, but you didn't. You blew your chances. Now, I hope you're happy living your life wondering "What if you took your chances with me?" cause I'm no longer here. I'm no longer waiting.
And she sat there for hours thinking and recollecting on how things used to be. And she laughed, and she cried. And she couldn't help but think of what she wouldn't do to get them back to that way once again.
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