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“Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye”

— (hatin)

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You remind me of the summer and the bass line of a repetitive song, that I hate. You are an infatuation, I wish I never had. And when you look at me, I choke on the air in my lungs, while it rains around me and I turn ice cold. As I huddle under an umbrella, in a city full of anonymous people, I hope that one day you’ll look directly at me, or even see me, amongst all the grey, because I see you, everyday. Your are as bright as the morning star, that I watch alone wishing that you were with me. You could kiss my wind burned lips and tell me that it’s a new day, but everyday, just hurts without you. What I think however hurts more, is the unknown, the ideal that I never told you, because I was scared you would say no. So while I’m here, bleeding my heart onto a typewriter, and while my tea sits, and gets colder and colder, my tears begin to burn my eyes. You were my first love, and my first infatuation, my first never again, because I can’t bring myself to remember, the smell of your skin, and the feeling of a million butterflies hovering inside of me. You hurt me, and it hurt real bad. I cried silent tears for nights, into the blankets of darkness around me. It hurt when I remembered your voice, and it hurts when I look in the mirror. Because I’m “not your type”, A tear falls from my left eye, a droplet of pure sadness, because I’m trying to hold myself together. I know I am missing one of my puzzle pieces. You took it just for sheer pleasure. It hurts me, because I love you. It hurts me because you’re so intoxicating. I just can’t have enough of you, and that is why you remind me of the summer. I can never have enough of the bright sun,that is the very picture of your smile. 

You remind me of the summer and the bass line of a repetitive song that I hate. You are an infatuation I wish I never had, but certainly one I will never forget. You are my summer.

- r.b.d

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12th August, 2018 / 19:13

There are different types of love you feel for different type of people. The only way you truly know that your love for someone knows no bounds is when even after proving you wrong time and time again, at the end of the day you still remain their shoulder to cry on. When even after hurting you over and over again, your faith in them to be a better person never wavers. This faith is hard to let go of. Especially when it was something you stood by, something you firmly believed in to be true because it just had to be, right? Because anyone can be a better person. Anyone can change. But sometimes you have to let that faith go. Sometimes life really is shit and sometimes people really are just toxic. And this is not your fault, this is not your responsibility. It isn’t your responsibility to have so much faith in someone to be better that you end up black and blue in the process. Cut yourself some slack. Save yourself the hurt. You can only love someone so much.

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The Edge of Love (2008)

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