"maybe i’ll cry a little, and maybe it will be very painfull in the beginning. maybe i’m gonna sunk, maybe i’ll miss you terrible, and feel empty and feel like there’s a hole in the middle of my chest. maybe i’ll remember all the great times we had together, and want to get back in time and never let them end. maybe it will look like there’s something missing in my life, and it definetely will be you.
but i’m sure i’m going to get over it.
there’s nothing in this world that a humam being can’t be used to live without - except for air, food and water. since you’re any of them, i’ll be ok with time. i’ll straight my life again, find other people, better people, cooler people and i’ll be happy with them. maybe not as happy as i was with you, but i’ll make sure things are going to be ok again.
you’ve set on my, but you. are. not. the. sun.”
I wrote this for someone who broke my heart over two years ago.
Today I’ve read it again and, as I predicted, everything is ok. I’ve loved somone new. I made new friends.
You said little less than a month ago that you loved me and wanted me back. And I didn’t care (: