And I swear to god, if you try and come back into my life again, it will be the fucking end. I won’t give into your stupid fucking grin and burnt hands, no matter where they touch me. Do you know how hard it was for me to accept that she’s good for you? The thought of you with someone else stole all the hours from my nights. You’ve filled me with hate and envy and I worry that there is no part of me left that you didn’t create. I love you with all my naive heart and I hope she makes you happy, but you don’t deserve it. It shouldn’t have taken me three friendships and seven shameful Sunday mornings to realize that.
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