Honestly, everyone should man the fuck up and just tell whoever you like that you like them. You’re not helping anyone in that situation. And chances are, they like you. If they don’t, YOU CAN MOVE THE FUCK ON.
And just like that, it’s over. There’s really not much you can do. Time will heal all wounds. Some take longer than others but eventually, you will get over it. The scars will remain, the memories won’t fade. They’ll haunt you wherever you go and they’ll constantly remind you. The good, the bad, the ugly. Every memory will come back at some point. The first time proximity wasn’t an issue, the night when a warm breathe other than your own gently caressed your neck, the satisfaction of being completely happy. Fading. And just like that, your life is collapsing. You don’t know what to do anymore. You don’t even remember how you lived without the satisfaction of someone, who once was a complete stranger, loved you. Your friends are concerned over your situation. We’ve all been there and if you haven’t, you will. All of us will. One night you’re falling asleep with a smile on your face, the next, sobbing. Crying, hysterically, with no hope to be in reach. You drown yourself in tears because you forgot how to swim. You lack the energy. You forgot how to breath, you forgot how your heart beats. You’re gasping for air but the crying won’t let you. You’re choking, dying. Is this what death feels like? Your friends are concerned. Your hiatus isn’t helping anyone. Nobody knows what’s going on in your head and they never will. You don’t even know what you’re thinking. Why are you crying? They were a complete stranger at one point. They had no significant value in your life. You’re better than this. You’re better than this. You try comforting yourself but the memories play in your head. Crying continues. Your pillow muffles the sound. The pain rolls down your face, the regret, misery, happiness. And just like that you stop. You don’t remember what initiated the crying. You don’t remember what you were doing prior to it all. You fall asleep. Wake up. Think about it some more. Sleep. Wake up. Think. Sleep. It becomes a part of your life. You try to stop it but you can’t. It won’t let you. Your memories control your life. You regain contact with the outer world. Comfort is all you receive but this isn’t enough. It reminds you of nothing else. Just what you had. You fall asleep. Wake up. But there’s no thinking. And just like that, it’s gone. The pain disappeared. The cuts are closing up. You’ve accepted defeat. You decide to move on. Fall asleep. Wake up. Sleep. Now you’re awake. You continue your daily routine. But now you’ve crossed paths with someone else. Someone who you click with. Someone you trust. Someone you start falling for. You tell yourself everything will be different this time. Of course you know it’s going to end the same way. But there’s always that slight chance that it won’t. Things will be different. Convinced enough, you don’t stop yourself. You think about it. Sleep. Wake up. Think. Trust. Lust. Sleep. Wake up. Thoughts are controlling your mind. Will things be different? Of course they will. You feel it. You know it. You pursue what your thoughts aren’t letting go of. You think about nothing else. You let your thoughts control your mind. Desires run your life. You want this. You need this. You pursue. This path never ends how you want it to. There are no happy endings. You achieved it. You’re happy. You’re angry. But at the end of the night, they’re still there. Loving you. You fall asleep. Wake up. You love. You fight. You sleep. You wake up. And just like that, it’s over.
(Source: trendsettingchipster, via asphoenixated)
