You Were A Bandaid When I Needed Stitches.

You were a bandaid when I needed stitches.

I’m sorry.

WanderingWorlds

Monday 2009

I need a break from the things that hurt, and it may be only for a little while or it may be longer; but you and I will always find our way back to one another no matter what happens.

I am the one who is always happy to see you, who never has to fake it, who always knows you can do more and wants to know how you will, but-

I am not the one you want those things from, and that is where our magnets flip their poles and the resistance begins.

I'm going to have dinner with someone soon, who is looking directly at me, instead of at a ghost standing over my shoulder; I'll fuck you out from under my skin if I have to.

You and I will always find our way back to one another, but I need a break from the hurt, at least for a little while.

“…Once you’ve been head-over-heels in love with somebody, you don’t go back to being ‘friends’. It doesn’t work that way.”

— Lauren Baker, Finding Home (via the-book-diaries)

Thursday 2204

You told me we would still be friends.

You told me we would still be friends.

You told me we would still be friends.

You told me we would still be friends.

You told me we would still be friends.

You told me we would still be friends.

You told me we would still be friends.

You told me we would still be friends.

You told me we would still be friends.

You told me we would still be friends.

You told me we would still be friends.

You told me we would still be friends.

You told me we would still be friends.

You told me we would still be friends.

You told me we would still be friends.

You told me we would still be friends.