silent rain
November 2009
71 posts
yesterday.
i know for a fact you are the only person i want—i need.
yesterday was completely worth it for me, and it might be the last time i’ll see you in this way, so i will cherish it.
don’t you dare forget about me, g.
love,
j.
“Goodbye may seem forever, farewell is like the end. But in my heart’s a memory, and there you’ll always be.”
—The Fox and The Hound (via starlove)
I don't want someone because I'm scared of the ending. I'm scared to fall in love again, open up completely, and then just get shut out. It's not a completely irrational fear. You give your heart away and you eventually you'll get it back. But that one little piece is always going to be missing. Everyone you give your heart away to takes a little piece of it with him, and at the end of it all, what's left?
Sadness.
Missing a lost love, writing letters to the people you hope to see again, listening to songs and being reminded of the people you thought you had forgotten, Christmas carols, crying over a sad scene in a movie because of how much you can relate to it, not being able to go out on a sunny day, homework and school, being misunderstood, being forgotten, doubting yourself, feeling lonely in a crowd, tears and fears, failing an exam you studied for, the quiet of the night, standing at the edge of the sea, emptiness.
Love, life, and everything in between.
