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I think about you a lot. 

I think about you like .. like I was never supposed to stop thinking about you

I think about you like dear god 

I think about you like..

I think about you like I bit my tongue. 

And it’s sitting in my mouth swollen and fat and raw

I think about you like 

Its the peak of summer, and from the moment I wake up I am drenched in you. 

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And so I did love you;

Definitely more than I loved myself 

& more than I knew at the time. 

Then: I loved you like Fourth of July,

Red and proud and screaming.

Now I wish my arms were Christmas Eve 

And you liked spending the holidays at home.

I’ve spent years unwrapping and rewrapping this guilt like an awkwardly shaped Christmas present but I just can’t get it right.

Now I haven’t seen you in years, 

I’ve gone over it like tongue over chapped lips and I still can’t forgive me either. 

Fourteen is hardly a child but definitely not an adult so who’s to blame for the grown decisions I made, 

Me; I am sorry.

I am so, so god damn sorry for everything I did to you 

Then; but now 

I’m sorry for me too 

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“half my mind and all my heart lay grotesquely in between the pages of my books.”

-𝘢𝘺𝘢 // 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴

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And so I did love you;

Definitely more than I loved myself

& more than I knew at the time.

Then: I loved you like Fourth of July,

Red and proud and screaming.

Now I wish my arms were Christmas Eve

And you liked spending the holidays at home.

I’ve spent years unwrapping and rewrapping this guilt like an awkwardly shaped Christmas present but I just can’t get it right

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“there is still so much of you that you haven’t discovered yet.”

— journalsbyrm

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I’m a soft believer in the wisdom of loving someone in such a way that sets them free because love blossoms in appreciation. Love blossoms when it’s watered with gentleness, tenderness, and care. Love blossoms when it is given the space to be beautiful on its own.

Juansen Dizon (via juansendizon)

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I miss you. I don't know who you are, how you look, what you love, i don't know the real you, but i keep calling your name inside me. i miss you. Come back to me. Please.

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“She didn’t want to be looked at. She wanted to be held.”

@inafuturewithyou

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Sometimes, we don't need a long advice, just a powerful " do not be afraid"

-Nicola 07/31/19