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10 ways he'll leave you.

He stops texting you back even though he used to text you first.He’s busy with life and living and excuses.When he kisses you it feels like he’s thinking too hard, as though he can’t wait to get away. When he stops, he turns and doesn’t look back.When you ask him a question the replies are short, or not at all. When you’re silent he doesn’t make the effort to speak.I love yous are met with awkwardness. I love yous are met with, ‘why?’ I love yous are met with, ‘you shouldn’t.’He sighs. A lot.He looks angry on some days and sad on others. Either way you don’t know what to do. Hearing your voice used to calm him down, now it seems to have the opposite effect.He dismisses your fears as ridiculous. You tell him that you’re worried but he just rolls his eyes. You think he’s being insensitive but it’s because he doesn’t want to lie. You’re looking for comfort where there’s none.You make him unhappy so you give him space. The gap keeps getting larger and larger and you feel him slipping away…
"You don’t tell people you’re not okay,“ she said, “because it’s hard watching them not know what to do. “Then you end up comforting them, even though the one who needed comforting was you.
"We were always going to say goodbye, weren’t we?”“Yeah. I think so.““I loved you though. I loved you so much.”A pause.“I know. I know.“I loved you too.”

There isn’t anything quite like being ignored by someone you have feelings for.

"Are you happy?"

This should have been an easy question, but somehow I don’t know how to answer it truthfully.I’ll start with this: for everything I have in my life; my home; my friends; my schooling; my opportunities; my experiences; the books I’ve read; the films I’ve watched; the things I’ve done; the places I’ve been; the people I have loved and still love - to have them, I am happy.When you list all the things that I’ve been given, both the tangible; my computer; the food on the table; the warmth of my bed etc.; and the intangible: being loved by my family; being loved by my friends; being able to watch the sunrise and the sunset, listening to music that breaks my heart - it seems ungrateful that I should even claim to be ‘unhappy’.But it takes more than the basic level of survival to maintain a happy existence; it takes acceptance of yourself; acceptance by society, excitement in your life, the feeling of being needed without the pressure of having to be there, the feeling of being wanted withou…
"How was I supposed to tell you what I was feeling?“ she said, “I didn’t want to ruin your day.“I am so many things but I won’t be the weight on your ankle, if I drown I won’t ask you to come with me."
"People don’t stick around for no reason,” he says, cupping her chin. “If they’re with you, you gotta trust them when they say they love you.” “And the opposite is also true,” he diverts his gaze. “If they leave, you gotta trust that they don’t.”