I was over you.
She is art. You don't have to understand her. She wasn't built to validate your opinion. Accept her for the beautiful ambiguity that she is.
One of the best feelings is finally losing your attachment to somebody who isn't good for you.
You are a language I am no longer fluent in, but still remember how to read.
I think we were meant to be, but we did it wrong.
You had me with your words. You lost me with your actions.
I will never forget the way you looked at me.
I hope you look at me and realize what you had and what you lost.
You'll never get over it,but you'll get to a pointwhere it doesn't bother you so much.
I choose you. And I'll choose you, over and over and over. Without pause; without doubt; in a heartbeat. I'll keep choosing you
She is water. Powerful enough to drown you; soft enough to cleanse you and deep enough to save you.
She can make hell feel like home.
I loved you the way I should have loved myself.
