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londonfromparis · 10 days
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It’s odd, isn’t it? You spend all that time with someone and after enough time passes, pieces of them begin to slip away. I tried to remember today what your voice sounded like, and I couldn’t pinpoint it. I couldn’t remember the last thing we did together - or the tv shows you loved to watch. The tiny details were gone. I filled the gaps with things I’d like to believe about you, until I realize the real you has completely slipped away. I’m not sure who I’ve been holding onto.
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haleyincarnate · 5 years
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itsagoodlife · 5 years
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I wanted to be unbothered by you, but you were in my head. You were under my skin. You were everywhere. You were all consuming. You were like a disease. Thoughts of you were constantly multiplying. I was losing control and it was eating away at me. Loving you was killing me - and still, I couldn't shake myself free of you. I hated the way you made me feel, because loving someone should never make you feel sick.
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oralauthority · 5 years
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To LondonFromParis
I remembered this from years ago and thought you might find it apropos.
“It does not matter how handsome a man is, or how beautiful a woman is, if you give me 20 minutes, I will find someone sick of their shit.”
Richard Gere commenting on his divorce from Cindy Crawford.
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iastrall · 5 years
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love blinds you. it's crazy because you don't even realise it. you fall in love with someone and everything they do is beautiful. they're absolutely perfect in your eyes. they could hurt you so many times and you'll still find yourself making excuses for them. love makes fools out of all of us
- via (londonfromparis)
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prcserpina · 8 years
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happy birthday!! :)
thank you!! it's really sweet of you to message me xxx
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londonfromparis · 11 months
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I think I loved you. But in that moment where I told you that I did - you just froze up - it made me not like you. Because you knew me better than anyone else and you couldn’t even give me the slightest bit back. It wasn’t even a matter of love - you were unkind.
I’d spend my days pouring my soul out to you, in constant hopes of receiving something back. I’d watch you unravel and I never wavered. I put patches over the holes in our relationship and painted them over to make them look pretty.
Then, when you decided you’d had enough. You didn’t even have the kindness to let me go. You held me on your fingertips - knowing that I loved you - and knowing you wouldn’t love me, because you were too scared to be alone. And I wouldn’t dare leave you.
Then you filled our days with silence until you decided you wanted to see me. Always at your will. I’d justify it all because on good days, it felt like it did at the beginning.
And then I met him. And I learned how to let you go. How to accept love that was kind. That wanted me as much as I wanted it. Finally, you call me. You want to talk about us.
I tell you there’s nothing left to discuss.
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londonfromparis · 1 year
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If it were up to me, we would have never broken up. I never wanted space, or distance, or time away from you. That wasn’t on me. I was confident in my love for you - it never wavered. You never were. And now you want to talk about things? Fix them? No. I know that you aren’t what I want anymore. I’m not waiting for you to figure out if I’m worth your time.
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londonfromparis · 1 year
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It’s so silly, but I love you so much. I lied that night on the train when I told you I didn’t actually mean it. It was a slip - not the real thing.
I think you knew it too. You always felt guilty after that because you didn’t feel that same way. I think it really ate at you.
And that really ended up being it. You couldn’t love me like I loved you. So there wasn’t anywhere to go from there. It was the worst kind of standstill.
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londonfromparis · 11 months
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I’d seen far too much uncertainty. People who could never be so sure if they loved me. They’d waver back and forth, hold on and then let go. As if there was something wrong with me, when they just were unsure of themselves.
Then there was you. You held on tight. You opened the door and let me in. And you were sure of me.
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londonfromparis · 11 months
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Suddenly - it seemed you loved me. Just when it was too late. When I let go of you hand. Shut the door. Walked away. Just then you had decided that you didn’t want to lose me. I would say timing is a funny thing - but you don’t love me - you really just don’t want to be alone.
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londonfromparis · 11 months
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If I could pinpoint an exact moment that we fell apart - it was when I told you I loved you. It was supposed to be a beautiful moment. One for the books. But you just froze up. From that moment, things were never the same. You just retreated and shut me out. All because I loved you. How terrible was that?
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londonfromparis · 1 year
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Love. Something I just had too much of. The last few times I offered it up to someone, it was thrown back in my face. It makes you think being vulnerable is just total bullshit.
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londonfromparis · 2 years
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Here I was, falling all over again. We’d just lay there and look at each other, smiling ear to ear - and then breaking out laughing because it was ridiculous how happy we were. I wanted to hold on to those moments forever or somehow bottle up that feeling. I just knew it was the beginning of something really special.
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londonfromparis · 3 years
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I wanted so badly to talk to you. We'd gone from speaking every day to radio silence. What could I say though? Nothing I wrote felt right. Besides, did you even want to hear from me? Anyways, it felt selfish of me to reach out for my own comfort. All I could do is hold my breath and find my own kind of closure.
Will we speak again? // 9.30.2021
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londonfromparis · 3 years
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It feels like I finally can breathe again. I still think of you - but you don’t consume my every thought. I still check up on you, but my stomach isn’t in knots anymore when your pictures pop up. When I look back on us, my heart still makes a fist - but not as tight. Letting go is a process - and slowly, I am releasing my grip.
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