(Source: imonstrosity)
I miss the way you looked at me, the way you whispered my name in my ear. I miss our late night phone calls that last until the early hours of the morning. I miss the colour of your eyes, your soft lips on mine, your arms encasing me in a protective embrace, as you said with such confidence that I was the one you would marry.
I guess not.
I wish for your name to disappear from my mind. Like I never met you. I wish for the memories to depart completely, with only the scars to remind me of the imprint you made on me.
It’s hard. Living each day without your your loving words, your gentle touch, the press of your lips against my own. But I also get to live without the pain, the misery and the countless reminders that you were slipping away from me. Now that, I can live without.
From birth we don’t know the difference between wrong or right - instead, we learn by interacting with our surroundings, gaining knowledge from what’s encouraged and what’s discouraged. And that’s why it’s natural to make mistakes. It’s how we know and learn not to do the same thing again. It helps us become aware of the all too familiar dangers we once faced. So don’t beat yourself up when you fall into a trap of mistake after mistake after mistake. Experience is life’s greatest teacher, after all.
I still think about you, you know… but for once, I’m not crying. No more worry, no more paranoia, no more wasted time thinking about us and how rocky we were. Now, I have time to think about me. And it feels absolutely amazing, knowing I’m the only person I have to worry about.
We were walking by the water, my arm linked around yours as we murmured about trivial things. Small talk. The winter air sent our hot breath rising above us in a wisp of steam and I shuddered against the cold. Without hesitation you slipped off your jacket and threw it over my shoulders, protecting me from the weather. I didn’t bother fighting over sacrificing your well being for mine; instead, I pressed myself closer to your side.
“Babe?”
That single syllable caused me to turn my head to face yours. You looked down, smiling at me, pressing your forehead against mine as you whispered what I had been longing to hear for 3 months.
“Will you be my girlfriend?”
A single nod and a shy smile was all he needed to wrap his hand around my neck and kiss me softly, the wind wrapping my loose hair across our faces as we escaped the world around us and into our own.
