Note for myself
Forget her name. Forget her face. Forget her warm embrace. Forget her words that once were true. Remember when she lied to you. Forget the talks that you once shared. Forget the face that she once cared. Forget the times you shared together. Remember now, she’s gone forever. Forget you cared the whole night long. Forget her when you hear her song. Forget how close you used to be. Remember now that she is free. Forget the way she used to look. Forget the way she used to talk. Forget the things you planned to do. Forget the thrill when she said, ‘Hi.’ Forget the way she made you cry. Forget the way she said your name. Remember now, things aren’t the same. Forget the times she made you mad. Remember now, she’s happy, not sad. Forget the times you were alone. Forget the long nights on the phone. Forget her gentle, easy way. Forget you saw him yesterday. Forget the times that she cared, too. Remember you’ll eventually find someone new. Forget she said, ‘I’ll leave you never.’ Remember now, she’s gone forever
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You want to know why it’s so hard to let go? Because you’ve made that person your everything. You shared your world with them. You laughed together, you cried together. You had a song, an anniversary, inside jokes, code words, silly nicknames, shared possessions. You bought each other presents just because. You’d write each other little notes just to say “I love you” in as many different ways as you could. You sang to each other, talked on the phone for hours, watched endless amounts of bad tv shows just to make fun of the people on them. You planned your future together. They told you they wanted to grow old with you, didn’t they? They promised you they’d never leave you, didn’t they? But they left anyway. You thought that since you’ve shared all that with this one person, since they promised you all those things, how could they possibly go back on it all? You’ve given them your whole heart, and when they leave, a piece of you goes with them. And that, my friend, is why it’s so hard to let them go.
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