𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄. 𝖴𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖭𝗈𝗐 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗆 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝖽-𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾. 𝖡𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 — 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽.

Loving a woman is a man's job, it is beyond the boys' control!

We can apologize again and again, but if our behavior doesn't change, words become meaningless.

Loving you was like holding onto a flame—beautiful but painful.

I’m trying to forget someone who gave me so much to remember.

𝐵𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠, 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑟𝑡 🥀✨️

I ᴡᴀsɴ'ᴛ ᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ. Bᴜᴛ sᴏᴍᴇʜᴏᴡ, ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴍᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ, ɪᴛ Jᴜsᴛ ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴇs, ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇs ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟɪᴠᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ. Tʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴜɴᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ🥀♥️

A hundred deaths couldn’t compare to the one moment he chose her over my broken breath.

Soмeтιмeѕ ѕιleɴce тeαcнeѕ тнe loυdeѕт leѕѕoɴ.
We ɢιve, we вreαĸ, we ѕтαy—нopιɴɢ ѕoмeoɴe wιll ɴoтιce тнe weιɢнт we cαrry. Bυт ɴoт everyoɴe ιѕ мeαɴт тo υɴderѕтαɴd oυr pαιɴ. Noт everyoɴe ιѕ мeαɴт тo ѕтαy.
Tнαт doeѕɴ’т мαĸe υѕ weαĸ. Iт мαĸeѕ υѕ нυмαɴ.
Aɴd wнeɴ ѕoмeoɴe cнooѕeѕ ѕoмeтнιɴɢ elѕe, ιт doeѕɴ’т erαѕe αll тнαт we were—ιт jυѕт reмιɴdѕ υѕ тo cнooѕe oυrѕelveѕ ɴeхт тιмe.

Growтн ιѕɴ’т αlwαyѕ ɢeɴтle.
Soмeтιмeѕ ιт’ѕ leαrɴιɴɢ тo вreαтнe αɢαιɴ, oɴe нυrт αт α тιмe.

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It wasn’t love that hurt me. It was the way it died — quietly, and right beside me.