I always asked myself if it was worse to be broken, or to break another being. The truth is I still don’t know the answer to that question. I am so sorry that I broke you, you said you forgave me but I know it’s too soon for that. I am sorry for the uncomfortable process you’re about to endure called healing. I’m sorry that I have to be absent from your life for quite some time. I am sorry I cannot save you from all of the terrible tsunamis of emotions you will experience. You thanked me for understanding that you need time. The only reason I can truly understand that is because seven months later the person that broke me still finds his way into my thoughts. The bag of all his belongings hasn’t moved from to me, and how the corner of my room since he left me. Some nights I still wake up in the middle of the night after a dream where he was mine again. But you’ll learn to accept it, and the best thing to do is just forget they were ever there, at least for a little while.

pen-to-paper-bm, Let me go  (via wnq-writers)

Date someone who meets you half way. Date someone who brings you a glass a water when they get themselves one. Date someone who makes sure you don’t spend money on ridiculous things. Date someone your ex hates and your mom loves. Date someone who’d rather spend a Friday night watching movies, than out with 50 people they barely even talk to. Date someone who sleeps on your chest and leaves a little puddle of drool. Don’t date someone who makes you leave oceans of tears.

At the end of the day it’s the little things. (via offtheocean)