I’ve finally realized the difference between loving someone and missing someone. When I loved you, you were the world, your laugh was the only thing that stopped me from shattering and the way you kissed me could stop my heart. I do not love you anymore. But I do miss you. I finally see that there are so many wonderful things in the world, I just wish you were still in mine. I haven’t heard your laugh in a few months and that’s okay, I’ve found other ways to hold myself together, but sometimes it plays in my head and I ache for the way it made me smile. I don’t want to kiss you anymore but on nights when loneliness hits the wall and plunges into my chest, the absence of your lips on mine makes me feel sick. I don’t love you. But I really really miss you.
you don’t have to come back (via extrasad)
My parents have been married for 25 years and my father still looks at my mother the same way he did the day they said ‘I do.’
I used to think true love was a myth until I saw you look at me the way my father looked at my mother.
But one day you stopped looking at me like that. I think I died that day. You can love someone with everything in you but you can’t make them love you back.
“365 Project" series - #26 (via unpoeticheartbreak)