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He’d never cared much for strawberries, but that summer her lips were so stained with the juices that they were all he tasted.
And he’d never had a favourite fruit, but two years later, a new girl is sat in front of him, laughing at his jokes.
“If you could only eat one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be?” She asks playfully.
And he remembers how her hands traced the veins in his neck and made their way across his chest. He remembers her soft breathing and limbs draped across his shoulders.
“Strawberries.” He tells her. “I could live a life on nothing but strawberries.”
We looked at each other a little too long to be ‘just friends’.
To the one who loves her next,
She’s terrified of spiders. So when you’re out late with friends and she texts you freaking out because there’s one on her window, please go kill it. She won’t sleep otherwise.
She is a total textbook introvert. She won’t reply for hours and sometimes you won’t see her for a week. You will take this personally. Don’t. She’s simply taking care of herself and she’ll tell you how much she missed you while she was away.
She’ll get very jealous. My god, she gets so jealous. Those brown eyes will turn a deep green. She hates that about herself, and she doesn’t mean to do it. Remember, she loves you. Reassure her that you love her too.
On that topic, she needs constant reassurance. Tell her you love her and mean it. If you can’t do that, leave. She deserves more than that.
There will be nights when she goes out and drinks a little too much. She’ll call you to bring her home. When you do, she’ll try to keep you up all night by tickling you and repeating “I love you and I’m sorry I’m annoying.” She’s not annoying. But make sure she has plenty of water and don’t let her pass out until she drinks it, or she will be miserable in the morning.
She is the most independent woman I know. But she’s so insecure, it still breaks my heart. So when she starts an argument with “you don’t love me.” Do not get upset. Remind her you do and the reasons why. She’ll come around.
The cat comes first. Always. Don’t ever think otherwise.
Make her tea and remember the way she takes her coffee. She will notice.
When she’s having an anxiety attack, wrap her up in your arms and rub her back. Tell her she’s safe and remind her that she has medication if she needs it.
If you cannot treat her like royalty, let someone else. That girl deserves the world.
Losing her is a pain you will never shake. Your world will come crashing down on you and those pieces won’t ever fit the way they used to. Don’t let her go.
She will love you with all she’s got. Please give her the same.
I am begging you to not hurt her. She is golden. Don’t let that shine die out.Give her your all and she’ll return the favor. You will never have to ask the universe for anything ever again.
Go travel! You will gather such an openness to this world, to nature, for different cultures and perhaps even spiritual experiences which can’t be paid with money. In the meantime, your friends may get married and get a house and get a career. But in the end, you might be a lot richer in so many ways.
(via hippieseurope)
10 things I learned when he left me.
1. Smoking 3 packs of cigarettes a day won’t numb the pain.
2. Your friends will do anything to distract you but the only thing you’ll be thinking about is him.
3. Checking if he’s online all the time will only remind you that he will never call again.
4. Don’t listen to music for a while because every damn song will remind you of him.
5. Kissing strangers won’t fill the hole he left in you.
6. Being drunk almost everyday won’t help you forget him.
7. Seeing him with someone else will make you wanna throw up. But you’ll turn around and act like you didn’t see him holding her hand, because it’s been almost 7 months and people expect you to be over it by now.
8. Hearing someone say his name will make you ache.
9. You’ll want to scream when you see how pretty she is.
10. Blocking his number and deleting every picture of him won’t help you forget what happened and how much you loved him.
(via written-on-polaroids)
Losing you wasn’t just painful, it was fucking damaging also. It wasn’t me sitting down on a couch surrounded by my friends as we watched movies and ate food to try and forget you. It was me staying up at four in the morning because the thought of you was so fucking strong I couldn’t even close my eyes without seeing your face. It was me swallowing thickly and blinking back tears every time I was in public, the hole in my chest causing my breaths to come out shaky rather than normal. It was me laughing at things for no reason as my stomach turned because the urge of falling apart was getting stronger. It was me crying at random hours during the day and me not wanting to get up out of bed. It wasn’t just me staring blankly at your number, deciding wether or not if I should call you. It was me throwing my phone at the wall and breaking it, because I was drunk again and the thought of you ever changing your information terrified me. It was me deleting our conversations and regretting it because now I couldn’t know where we had went wrong. It fucking hurt, losing you had hurt and I wasn’t ever able to forget that kind of pain.
“Can you stay friends with an ex?” she asks.
By this she means, can you forget the nights when your head was on his stomach and his hands were in your hair and you swore you would never let each other go? Or, maybe, more importantly, can you remember but still let go?
“Maybe,” I tell her.
By this, I mean, maybe - if you’re over him and he’s over you.
By this, at least, I mean: can you remember and not want it back? Can you remember and not feel sad?
You know all those things you’ve always wanted to do? You should go do them.
