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“I will not think less of myself just because you do not know how to love me.”

— Stephanie Chhum

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I went on with my life - even without you. And yet I still think of you and wish that we had kept our promise.

— r.r.

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At least we see the same moon at night.

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I’m yours but you’re not mine

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I will always love you but I cannot look at you

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It’s cool to not be totally healed from something 9 months later and it’s also cool to understand that you don’t really heal from anything you just live beyond it and find new happiness and it’s cool to grieve the loss of some sort of innocence you can’t quite name and it’s cool if you’re crying because I am too

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“I’d love to think here was a reason as to why we met. And that is to teach us how to let go of someone no mater how much we wanted to hold on. Then, after all of this, we’ll be a much better version of ourselves. Stronger, braver and whole.”

— Jasmin

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“patience is the greatest gift anyone could ever give you during your healing, giving you as much time as you need to walk your own path without giving unsolicited shortcuts, letting you return back home to yourself as many times as you need until you feel like you again.”

— iambrillyant

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Franny Choi, from "I Guess By Now I Thought I’d Be Done With Shame"

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I loved you so deeply, it dug into my chest and grew roots.

Now I can’t weed you out without losing part of my own soul.

I know I’ll have to tear you out soon.

It’s starting to choke out everything good and new that tries to grow inside me.

But maybe I can cradle this piece of you, this memory of you, for just a little longer -

You are still worth it to me.

~LV

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i don’t think i can be anyone’s girlfriend, but i want to be yours. is that weird? i want to know what it feels like. curled up against you in the backseat of your car. the romantic pulse i feel for you beats low & smooth, easy under the flesh-and-meat of my body and all the other things that are encompassed by being a human. the hum of a future i never believed in, the dreams i never thought i’d get to have in real life. more than anything i want to smoke cigarettes with you at a bus stop. i want to make you tea and watch you smile as you sip it. i want to watch you do your makeup until your routines are so familiar to me that i could do it for you. not that i’d ever be that brave; you can bet my hands would shake so much i’d only ever smudge your mascara and wing your eyeliner wrong. what i’m trying to say is, romance, real and true romance, is fleeting for me. comes and goes like a bullet train. but you? i’ve always been in love with you, just a little. under the surface where it doesn’t hurt. like the ocean, always there but so far from me. if i walked into the centre of it, it would swallow me whole. i don’t mind as much as you would expect me to. 

love letter, 1/?? by antigoneblue

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“But tenderness has disappeared from my tongue; parts of my heart are missing.”

— Joyce Sutphen, from “The Temptation to Invent,” Poetry (February 1995)

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“I’m not into convincing people I’m worthy. I’m into people who’ll convince me on my worst days that I’m still worth the world.”

— Reyna Biddy

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You're Losing Me & lyric parallels

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im like no worries & then feel so upset i get chest pains

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I want to know everything about you. What makes you happy? What keeps you up at night? What kind of meals do you make for yourself? Do you have any comfort shows or films or songs? How do you cope with stress? What makes someone a suitable partner for you? Can I be a suitable partner for you?

I want to learn every nook, every crevice, every inch, every single part of you that you’re willing to share. I want to count the freckles on your cheeks — be the only one who knows the exact number. I want to memorize the scars on your skin, know their history and carry them with me for a long time. I want to know you. I want to love you.