Fuck the feelings. Fuck the touch. Fuck the memories. They hurt too much.
Cry for the times that you were almost mine, I cry for the memories I've left behind, I cry for the pain, the lost, the old and new... I cry for the times I thought I had you.
Maybe there isn't a Mr. Right, maybe there's a Mr. Good enough.
You need to have a little faith; not everyone you love is going to leave you
The person you end up needing the most is the one you swore you never wanted in the first place.
There is a big difference in what we long for, what we settle for, and what we are meant for.
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