"The scary part is I can never know whether everything was a lie. Every promise, every soft kiss, every tight hug, maybe it all meant nothing. Every "I love you" either whispered in a hurry or when we were just wiling away time in each others arms was just a sentence. Did I really mean something to you or was I just a random girl? A way to soothe your ego, or a passing hobby, one where you spent time on and suddenly got bored of. Never a necessity and just a mere whim."
- (via excerptsofstories)
