“I hate myself. I hate myself for not appreciating what I had, for not treating you the way you deserved to be treated, for not always putting you first. Only now, it’s too late, you’ve moved on and I’m stuck here behind a hurdle trying to get over you, only to be knocked down time and time again. Maybe this is karma, giving me what I deserve, because missing you is a feeling I’m never going to escape.”
-Excerpts from a book I’ll never write (excerptsfromstories)
Who knows? Maybe ten years from now we’ll fall in love, the way we were supposed to this time around.
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— Engsted (via zendenera)
