There Comes a Time

Quotes rn ig

Everyone promises forever until they find someone better 

Its hard to be left behind........ Its hard to be the one who stays 

Darling, he doesn't care. He doesn't think about you at night, he doesn't see your face in a crowded room. He forgot the color of your eyes, even though he told you he had never seen something that beautiful. He doesn't talk about you and about how bad he misses you. He doesn't remember what it feels like to kiss your lips. Sweetheart, he doesn't care about you, and you chasing him, only makes his ego bigger and your pride smaller. He doesn't love you anymore. I'm so sorry. 

You taught me how to love a person unconditionally - even when they didn't love me back. You taught me how to set my pride aside and never let it get in the way of how I feel. You were the first girl I ever truly loved, the first girl I pictured myself growing old with, the first girl that broke my heart. You made me feel like a person, just by being alive, just by being you. You made me love you just by breathing, you didn't have to do anything else. And, most of all, you taught me that the person I imagine myself marrying will not always be the person I end up with. You taught me that not everyone who enters my life is meant to stay, not everyone is meant to be held onto, and that was perhaps the most valuable lesson of all. You taught me I can love a person, I can picture a future with them, and they will still not stay in my life. I held onto you so tight, for years, even when you didn't feel the same way. I held onto you and after a while I realized that maybe, we hold onto some things for a while, only to have to let them go. Just because you held something for a while doesn't mean you will get to hold it forever. I loved you and I let you go, and it hurt like hell. You taught me to let go of what is not meant for me. I never thought I would be able to picture a future without you in it, but I love someone else now and I hope I get to hold her hand for a long time. You taught me to hope for, but to never expect forever from anyone who comes into my life. Thank you for teaching me how to let go, for teaching me that letting go is only the hardest thing in the world until you've finally unclenched your fist, and then it is one of the easiest things in the universe. Thank you for teaching my hands how to release things that are meant to be released. Thank you for teaching me that holding on isn't always the answer.
– October 22nd, 2016 (via imwritingpoems) 

"I dont hate her for leaving all thoes times. I hate her for coming back again and again." 

I'm going to miss you.
I'm going to miss you,
and it's going to be as easy as breathing.
I know it'll be there like background noise.
Like sirens in the city.
It'll go like this: 
I'll wake up, and I'll open my eyes, 
and I'll think: I miss you, I miss you, 
I miss you. 
And if it's hard to breathe for a couple seconds, then I'll get a fucking inhaler. 
I'll eat breakfast and work on trying to forget your favorite cereal.
I'll go to work and ignore the way the guy
on the subway smells just like you,
or the girl on the street that smokes the same brand of cigarettes as you.
As if to fucking spite me.
I'll drink coffee and feel my hands shake, 
so that I know they're shaking from the caffeine, too.
I'll eat dinner in front of my TV at night
and watch the shows that you hate.
Or on my worst days,
I'll watch your favorite movie in the dark. 
And then I'll crawl into the bed without you.
And I'll think: I miss you, I miss you, 
I miss you.
– Life without you (via veincold)

the hardest part about leaving toxic people is that you know when you leave, they won't chase after you. they won't be begging on their hands and knees for you like you would have done for them. they'll just let you walk away, never even look at you in their rear view mirror, and move on like nothing has changed. and it's terrifying, because you'll finally have to come to the cold hard realization that they never cared if you stayed.

And my god, I hope you wake up one morning to someone who loves you like you're a sunflower and they're desperate to keep you alive. I hope you dance with them in the small space of your kitchen floor, messy hair and tired eyes because you both been up all night watching movies again. I hope you laugh with them in a way you never did with anyone else, head tilted back and lips apart as you let out every sound your laugh can possibly make and I hope to god you don't try to cover your mouth. And if you do, because that's okay, I know I sometimes do, I hope they stop you. I hope they grab your hand before it ever comes in contact with your lips and I hope they hold it to their chest as they watch you with kind loving eyes. Because fuck, everyone knows you deserve it. And I hope you find someone who'll accept you. I hope they accept your messy hair in the early morning of the day and I hope they accept the way you sometimes talk too much and can't seem to stop when you're nervous or how you still cry yourself to sleep on some nights. I hope they hold you and kiss you on the places where you're most insecure at and I hope to god you let them. I hope you find someone who makes you happy, even when you feel like sometimes, life is too hard for you. And I hope that when you both come across a tough situation and it comes down to a choice where you are one of them, I hope they choose you. Every goddamn time, I hope they choose you.