tumblr girls // lrh [completed]

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8:34 a.m.
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for the time that I left him, I was miserable. i started dating a girl I used to know and i dyed my hair.

i stopped eating Chinese food and talking about the universe on kitchen counters at 3 a.m.

i stopped watching home makeover shows and I stopped having tickle fights in the middle of the night, laughing so loud that the people in the apartments next to us banged against the walls and told us to shut the fuck up.

but he hit me. i loved him, I didn't tell him that yet but I fucking loved him and would do anything for him. but he wouldn't hit me and get away with it. ever. he showed up at my apartment the one day.

he asked if I wanted to get high. that's what he had to say after a month of not speaking. after he fucking hit me. that's when I thought I wasn't going back. little did I know I believed in a thing called love and I would be damned if I actually let go willingly.

i wonder if he fell in love with me first or if it was the other way around.