Reality in Love.
It’s almost as if I’m a mother that must prevent her child from the truth.
All to avoid eternal damage.
“Everything is going to be fine.”
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Oh and,
He’s telling me how much I mean to him. I’m just reading… I mean “sleeping”.
… and sobbing.
He rarely checks tumblr, so he’s clueless for now.
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A permanent fact.
I’m a special person. I like to tell myself that.
Sadly, I wasn’t special enough to be there during some of your most memorable moments.
I haven’t washed my face in tears in a while, but this did it. Because this is reality. I should accept it. WE should accept it.
I should really learn to deal with this. I have work at 3 tomorrow, for fucks sake.
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Silence was my best friend throughout her happiest moments. Never would I have expected to be in the position I am in today.
If someone vertically split the human body into two, you’d see that neither sides are exactly the same. Your two eyes aren’t the same, your tits aren’t completely identical, and neither is the shape and/or size of your nostrils. Each of my individual emotions are like, split into two puzzle peices that never seem to perfectly fit together.
I’m sure there are some others living a double life like how I am, but like all double lives — I’ll eventually end up having to make a choice. No one is ever entirely satisfied with their lives; and as impossible as it sounds, the life that is least acceptable is what makes me happiest.
Her memories are my biggest nightmares. I’m not afraid of Karma, let alone even believe in the bitch. If the day comes that I soon have to let go, I will not hesitate. I ask myself, if I am already hesitating, if I am stalling what is going to happen anyway? Being accepted is key, but what if it’s me that must accept the fact that you were never mine to begin with?
I would give everything to have you for the rest of my life. Believe me when I say that. But believe me that if the day we fear most comes, I never wanted to let you go to begin with. All I’ve ever wanted was you. If I am not the one you should wed, then please find her. Find her and make yourself happy.
You happiness is my happiness. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. That’s all I’ll always want.
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Life.
“These haters are a migraine,
The rappers are behind me,
For me to be where you’re at, you’d have to rewind me,
Remind me, whyyyy I’m married to the mic.”
Theme: Linear by Peter Vidani
