And if you really looked at the little things as “little things” having a small significance, then I’m genuinely sorry for you. I cherish those moments.
I miss the sweet guy who held me in his arms for hours. I miss the conversations we’d have that could go on forever about absolutely nothing. I miss the little things he’d do whether it was spontaneously kissing my hand, or how and he’d roll over- look me in the eyes and tell me how much he loved me. The little things meant more to me than you’ll ever know. That’s the guy i fell in love with. When he gave me that last hug and he pulled me in tighter, it felt like nothing had changed, everything was okay, we were okay..and it wasn’t good-bye. You really don’t know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory. I miss him. I do not miss you.
Too many of you have liked/reblogged this. You’re all beautiful and good enough for anything you put yourself up to
Don’t flatter yourself,
you didn’t break me.
I was broken long before
you ever showed up.
I deleted your texts but I still remember exactly what they said
it’s hard to be confident when you’re fully aware of the fact you’re ugly