and see a stranger in the background?
Makes you wonder how many
strangers have pictures of you.
i can’t stop re-reading this. it’s so true.
Live with the understanding that things aren’t always going to go your way, but that for every time something you want falls through it’s because something even better is on the horizon.
Society expects us all to conform and be exactly the same as everyone else. But why on Earth would you want to do that? Each person is different. Pretending to be something you’re truly not is just taking away from being yourself, who you really are. Who cares about popular brands of clothes and fitting into a certain label? What really matters is knowing who you are and who you want to be. Because you are the only you on this entire planet. And that’s pretty darn awesome.
Staring up into the darkness I get lost in the song. The melody, the lyrics, the emotion runs through my body. And I let go. I remember you. I remember our memories. I remember the beginning, the middle, the end. I remember the fights. I remember the love. I remember your kisses, your touch. I remember us. I remember how I felt. I remember how I hurt. I remember how I cried. I remember how lost I was. I remember my wishes for tomorrow to never come.
Nevermind I’ll find someone like you. I wish nothing but the best for you, too.
“Don’t forget me,” I begged.
“I’ll remember,” you said.
Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead.
And as the song draws to a close I have a few tears running down my cheek. Not because I hurt anymore, no. That’s past. I mean, it wasn’t easy to get over you after two years of love, but I managed to do it somehow. No, these are tears of calmness. For you gave me things I needed to find; you taught me that love does exist, but sometimes it isn’t supposed to last. You taught me that there is going to be someone else out there for me that will make me forget every ounce of pain I felt before.
So, to you: thank you. Through the happiness, through the pain, you sculpted me into who I am supposed to be. And though we’re strangers now and I’ll never actually tell you this, I hope that somehow you know.
okay so i wrote this way back when. but just reading it gave me chills so im reblogging it because damn. these words will always get me.
^^ Click the grey box
just bringing this back.
