You think that the stars will burn out if you
don’t have them around to kiss you
goodnight. And you’re convinced that the
sun will blow up the second they say goodbye.
But it doesn’t work like that you know, you
don’t really need someone to make you
okay, you always survive and I remember
being 14 years old, curled up on the floor
in pieces because I lost someone I loved,
someone I swore I couldn’t live without,
and I remember hysterically crying and
looking up at the stars, wishing for him to
come back, and I remember pulling the
blanket over my head when I was too
sad to get out of bed so my mom opened
the blinds and the sun hit me in the face
There’s a really big difference
between loving someone and needing
someone. And I don’t need you"
— (via extrasad)
(14/12/12) Then I had this feeling, more than words could comprehend.
(01/06/13) You’re there when the rain poured hard, giving me warmth.
(11/07/13) Your name has already become synonymous with the word lightning.
(24/08/13) That night, stars went blind, and maybe so did I.
(09/09/13) I asked for candlelight, but you gave me a sunrise.
(10/09/13) “I love you” I whispered. Silence sufficed for an answer.
(28/09/13) Make a map out of these stars, you told me.
(29/09/13) So I’d find my way back into myself, you explained.
(27/10/13) There’s a universe collapsing yet again, this time, inside me."
— This is Our Story in a Hundred Words (Ten Ten-Word Stories) | (j.d.a)
— (via carelessly)