Have you ever lost someone you love and wanted one more conversation, one more chance to make up for the time when you thought they would be here forever? If so, then you know you can go your whole life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back.
— Mitch Albom, For One More Day (via perfect)
Has anyone you care about ever just stopped speaking to you for no reason at all? I wrote this a few days ago after it happened to me last year because I’ve finally figured out why I’m still so sad about it. Then it came to me. It wasn’t that he’d just cut me out, but that he cut me out at such a peculiar moment in his life, with our last conversation consisting of what he’d eaten for brunch and how much I hate my work uniform. It was typical, comfortable everyday hours of texting until he just didn’t text back again. And that was just it. And I didn’t text him again because I knew it would be. But now, I just wish I could go back and change the last thing I said to him. Not about work or about food or about what’s on TV that I can’t stand to watch, but about how I’d miss him entirely if he ever wasn’t there. And now he’s not. And I do miss him. And it’s just done.
— Unknown (via perfect)
Yes, I was infatuated with you; I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my minds, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those.
— The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via perfect)
I don’t care about losing people who don’t wanna be in my life anymore. I’ve lost people who meant the world to me and I’m still doing just fine.
— (via belowjob)