“Of course I'll hurt you. Of course you'll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.”
i hate you. im tired of crying and im tired of being depressed and alone. i hate that i met you and i hate that i cant have you. before you i could hide who i was but you brought out everything in me that no one knew about, and i was happy. i hate that you made me happy because now im not and it will never be the same again. dont tell me i need time because you were the first, and no one ever forgets their first love. i hate that you were so amazing. i hate that you made me feel loved, and i hate that you loved me. ill always measure everyone up against you and no one will match because you were perfect. you were flawed and broken and beautiful and that is what made you perfect.
i never got to kiss you, hold your hand, or even look into your eyes. and that should make it easier to forget and let go, but that only makes it worse. cause all i can think of is what could have been. its not meant to be and i hate that. i hate that i love you still. but give me time. ill get over it. you were my first love and for that i will never forget. but you will forget me. and you should. cause if i thought that you wouldn't, id keep an ember of hope, and id keep it secret. but its not worth the energy. and i hate that too