I was waiting for you―for years. I didn’t live. I just waited for you to come back.
Sometimes you have to be strong for yourself. you have to know that you’re a good person & a good friend. what’s meant to be will end up good & what isn’t, wont. relationships are worth fighting for, but sometimes you cant be the only one fighting. at times, people need to fight for you. if they don’t, you must just move on & realize what you gave them was more than they were willing to give you. hopefully, people realize great things when they come around & don’t lose something real. always fight until you cant anymore, & then be fought for.
There was a time when receiving even the most insignificant message from you would have been simply incredible—when it would have told me that, no matter what was happening, I still crossed your mind. Because as we all know, silence is the most brutal statement one can make. Screaming about how much you hated me, well, it would have been tolerable. Hate and love are two sides of the same coin; the true opposite of love is apathy. And if you had screamed, I would have known that regardless of how hard you tried to convey your disdain for me, I still meant enough to you to write a few words, to make your sentiments known. But you remained silent.
The biggest mistake I made is the one that most of us make while doing this. I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs.
That was one of the saddest things about people—their most important thoughts and feelings often went unspoken and barely understood.
Alexandra Adornetto (via nsnklv)