Best friends are supposed to be there for each other. Best friends are supposed to get through issues and problems between them. Best friends are supposed to have each other’s backs no matter what. So what happened between us? Best friends aren’t supposed to cut each other off without warning. I guess we weren’t really “best friends” after all.

ex best friend (via badassmccxns)

I dream about you every night now. I relive our best and worst times and the ending is always happy. I wake up missing you. I create an ocean of tears just thinking about your smile, And how much I miss making it appear. You deserve all of the happiness in the world, but it’s creating a hole inside me because I’m not the reason for the most beautiful smile I have ever seen.

Excerpt from a book I will never write #993 // S.D (via excerptsofstories)

I was just holding on to something that no longer existed, and it was pathetic.

3:07 p.m. (via imissmissingyou)

…I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. On nights like this, I held her in my arms. I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky. She loved me, sometimes I loved her. How could I not have loved her large, still eyes? I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. To think I don’t have her. To feel that I’ve lost her. To hear the immense night, more immense without her. And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass. What does it matter that my love couldn’t keep her. The night is full of stars and she is not with me. That’s all. Far away, someone sings. Far away. My soul is lost without her. As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her. My heart searches for her and she is not with me. The same night that whitens the same trees. We, we who were, we are the same no longer. I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her. My voice searched the wind to touch her ear. Someone else’s. She will be someone else’s. As she once belonged to my kisses. Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes. I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her. Love is so short and oblivion so long. Because on nights like this I held her in my arms, my soul is lost without her. Although this may be the last pain she causes me, and this may be the last poem I write for her.

Pablo Neruda, excerpt from The Saddest Poem (via thelovejournals)

The deeper the feeling, the greater the pain.

Leonardo da Vinci  (via xoxo-crc)

To hug you one more time again.. just one more fucking time, god just one time.

No I don't , I fucking love you still and I hate myself even more.

I fucking hate you. You shattered my heart into a million pieces.

lovealwaysc

I don’t want to be the person you miss At night When you’re alone But crave the presence of another I want to be the person you miss In the day When you’re surrounded by others But you’d rather be alone with me

True love doesn’t beckon simply because it’s lonely // j.l. (via reminisceandremember)

I am jealous of the rain that falls upon your skin. It is closer than my hands have been.

unknown (via lzcanastasia)