And your excuse for us not talking as much as before is because I don’t hit you up anymore? Listen; it goes both ways, why to I always have to be the one to hit you up first? If you wanna talk to me hit me up just like how I do when I feel like talking to you.
People worry too much, fuck the rules and just be casual.
I can’t bring back feelings that ain’t there anymore, I don’t wanna have to lie to you and most especially to myself. You had your chance, sorry I’m not gonna allow you to fuck up on me twice. Mistakes can’t happen twice, the second time would be stupidity.
I find it adorable when someone remembers the littlest details about you. It’s cute when that person takes the time and effort to surprise you with the things you don’t remember telling them about. It’s like they’ve read your mind. The kind of person that pays attention to what you say just so they can use it to their advantage in order to put a smile on your face. I love those thoughtful people who go out of their ways just so they can make you happy.
I just found your shirt under my bed, your scent is still there it’s been days, weeks, months even more it’s been seasons, in my closest I’m finding your jacket, why are your shoes there? Did I just smell your scent, where are you? It just hit me, you left your stuff here after spending the night with me, hard to believe it was you & I in a bed together, alone. We were mature enough to not let anything happen, we just cuddled and went to sleep. I woke up to you holding me tight. I recall turning and you held me tight against your body then took the hair out of my face, & stroked my cheek gently. You then kissed my forehead, you told me you loved me. It’s funny how one summer was magical because of you, it’s like we forgot the past & let our hearts move into what they once were, soon enough our lives became the one life they once were. From sunset to sun down we were together, your money was spent on me. The parties, the dances I was the one on your arm, I was the one in your arms. With time though the perfectness started to fall apart. The two lives that once were returned, you walked out of my life as I shut you out of it, or so it seemed. & Here I am looking at your memories, it’s been months since I’ve last seen you. Your scent still lingers, your roses, chocolates, gifts, everything is still here, I’m not sure why, I’ve moved on & so have you, but you’re still alive even if, you & I doesn’t exist. Just take notice of this & understand I’m not saying I miss you, or I want you back, I’m not saying I love you, you’re out of my life & thats great, I really didn’t plan on having you for long, your memories are great, thank you for them, you taught me to forget & move on, Just like that you faded, I don’t need you.
stop uploading your pictures to facebook & saying , this is ugly , i look fat , ew gross look at me ; i mean seriously how much more pathetic can you get ? your hair is done , your make-up is flawless , you have great clothing on & this smile , like wtf attention whore ! why post those pictures then ? i know i sure don’t post them .