Why can't the endings be as beautiful as the beginnings?
Just deal with it! Move along, instead of moving on. If it was meant to be, it will be. And god knows, how many more such quotes I have to go through in order to stop feeling the way I feel. Cause bewildered is what I feel. Hurt is what I feel. Lost is what I feel. Clueless is what I feel. I'll be turning 30 in November. Where is he? Is he even coming along? Or am I meant to stray and bark against all these wrong trees. Why does every tree feel like the right one. Maybe I am too blind to even notice if the tree is real or fake. Now what? No, seriously! What now? Me, by myself. Watching Netflix. And trying to not be haunted by all the flashbacks that keep hitting me so hard. How do you mourn the loss of a person who chooses to not be with you. A life without me is what he wanted. I didn't want that. I always try to make it work. Always. At this point, I am so mentally and emotionally exhausted. I gave my all in this one. Loved him way more than I loved Nescafe. Never th...