After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today,
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans,
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure…
That you really are strong,
And you really do have worth.
And you learn and learn…
With every goodbye you learn.
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He’ll grab your waist and whisper in your ear but six months later you’ll find yourself drunk texting him that you miss him and he won’t respond.
I hope the things I left you with, make you miss me.
Like the image of my smile, slowly fading with every passing day.
The music I had told you I had loved, because they reminded me of us.
Or the missing person that you could call at 1 a.m. when you couldn’t close your eyes long enough to sleep.
I hope you cant stop running my words through your head while you get ready in the morning.
I pray you see how happy I am occasionally without you and realize you could have been the one making me happy still.
But mostly, I hope you miss me caring, because that was something I could never miss.