ahhh, and then now, there’s this whole chapter on realising and accepting and finally moving way along.
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i love you, but i kinda like you too. i may have a crush on you, but i somehow can’t get you of my mind. i can’t stop texting you, but at the same time there’s you from my past that i can’t seem to shake off. there’s gonna be a never ending strings of “you”s, if there’s never gonna be a me, in any of you.
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there was this time when i held the king of hearts, and i made mistakes. and then came a time after, which hasn’t expired where my mistakes caught up with me, where karma taught me a lesson.
there are times where i wonder, maybe if i had tried a little harder, if i had stayed a little further, if i had not made those mistakes, - that those times didn’t come one round and mess me up.
but then there are other times where i convince myself, that one day, i would have my time, and there’s someone out there, who’s higher than all the mistakes that i’ve ever made, who’s better than all those that had kept me dangling on a string, who’s mine.
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i just wanted to know whether you think of me during the little moments of your life, whether everytime your phone rings you secretly wishes that it was me. i want to know whether you feel lonely when i’m not around, or how complete your world seems to be when you have me in your arms. i just wanted to know whether i’m all that you wished for.
i just wanted to know when you look at me, do you see past everything i’m trying to be, and see me.
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i wanna let you know that despite everything, and everything else, i miss you and i miss everything that we had. though its rather blatant that this would not allow time to backtrack to when we were on top of all of it - but at least now, that we’re at different spaces with different people amongst rather different situations, i would like to think that my honesty towards you, something that i believed bound us together, is still here.
though you keep shutting me out and believing in self-determination - i want you to know that i’m here, that although i’m inadequate in every way possible, and despite the fact that i’m no where near anything close to making you feel better, i’m here, i’ll be here, and i’ll always be here.
i thought the dictionary would help but,
tumblr - “word cannot be defined”.
i thought wrong. therefore now i’m forced to get my ass across the few streets that separate my loft and the borders bookstore to get the dummy’s guide, that i’m praying, actually do exist and is sitting at a comfortable shelf somewhere in the store.
or maybe, i’d just figure my way round, somehow.
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a slow start indeed, but fear not, soon enough this virtual space, full of intent, creativity, will and inspiration, will permeate and dominate the sunday afternoon tea conversations with your mother.
