My best advice to anyone caught in the tangles of love is to not seek advice at all. Friends mean well, but they work like antibiotics combating the infection around your lungs. Let it consume you. If it burns, it burns. If it hurts, it hurts. If it makes you dizzy, then it should. Love is an extreme. You either live with it or become immune to it.
Not Good Enough, Good Enough
I told you I wasn’t good enough for you; I meant it. It took me a year and some months to realize that no one else is, either. I should have kept you to myself.
Alternative Love
I don’t think we knew what love was, just being kids and all. But just know that I will always care about your well-being.
Forced Apart
Our time may have been short, but we lived it fully. Because of that, every night when I’m lying in bed, I think of those days and how we were—forced apart by the same universe that tied us together.
Someday, we’ll run into each other again, I know it. Maybe I’ll be older and smarter and just plain better. If that happens, that’s when I’ll deserve you. But now, at this moment, you can’t hook your boat to mine, because I’m liable to sink us both.
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| — | Memoirs of a Teenage Amnesiac by Gabrielle Zevin (via make-me-smile) |
553 Days
It’s been 553 days since we’ve kissed. Nothing’s changed. I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving you—I will just have to keep pretending that I’ve moved on.
