Sometimes Goodbye IS a Second Chance

Set it all free

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I thought everything was fine until you told me that you missed me. I’m not saying that I miss you but, there are mornings where I wake up longing to hear the sound of your voice. What’s even sadder still is that your laugh would sound exactly the same: familiar, warm, safe. It is the only thing that has not changed. Everyday, I look for you in people that I meet in search for your heart inside of their chests. There are days where I cannot help being reminded of how it felt to be loved by you. It was beautiful and messy and awful, but, it was love. Now you only call me when your heart is lonely or your bed is empty. So no, I’m not saying that I miss you, but, god, I wish you knew that I miss you like the stars that long to shine in the daytime. You don’t know it but, they are always shining for you and I am always missing you.
I’m not saying that I miss you // by c-oquetry (via c-oquetry)

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You may not see it today or tomorrow, but you will look back in a few years and be absolutely perplexed and awed by how every little thing added up and brought you somewhere wonderful - or where you always wanted to be. You will be grateful that things didn’t work out the way you once wanted them to.
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Relearning How to Sleep Alone

writingsforwinter:

You remember as a child the long road trips that would briefly

turn you green with sickness til you rested your head

against the vibrating window,

til you found a rhythm, and you stayed.

You feel like that now, spinning slightly out of your own orbit

like a planet that’s spent a quarter of its life trying to find the way home.

Some seasons the rain falls harder than others.

And you think to yourself, enough of this.

Enough of this monsoon.

You want to live again in the shadow that was once your life,

the shadow that involved a second shadow

who was the other person in the life that was once your life,

the other person whose warm body encircled yours like a marriage ring.

How hard it is to fall asleep

when the only one you want to fall asleep with

is falling asleep alone.

On the news the weather forecaster recalls some ages-old story

of a tornado that carried a woman and her pet bird

forty miles across the state of Omaha before dropping her off safely

at her former husband’s front doorstep.

And you think to yourself, if only

the only one you want to fall asleep with

could be dropped off in your bed like that.

How intimate that would be, how beautiful,

like finding someone else’s hair

in your bathroom sink.

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