A Cave is a Hollow Rock

Shhhh....this is my cave. I'm hiding here with all my feelings.

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So when people leave, I’ve learned the secret: let them. Because, most of the time, they have to.

Let them walk away and go places. Let them have adventures in the wild without you. Let them travel the world and explore life beyond a horizon that you exist in. And know, deep down, that heroes aren’t qualified by their capacity to stay but by their decision to return.

The Staying Philosophy (Everyday Isa)

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I feel like I tried so hard.  I gave you my everything.  Even when that meant backing off.  Even when that meant giving up on my hopes.  Even when that meant us being friends.
And for everything I gave, everything I gave up and gave in on for you, you shut me out more and more and cared less and less and in the end…you lost us.

I feel like I tried so hard.  I gave you my everything.  Even when that meant backing off.  Even when that meant giving up on my hopes.  Even when that meant us being friends.

And for everything I gave, everything I gave up and gave in on for you, you shut me out more and more and cared less and less and in the end…you lost us.

(via naughty-couples)

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I am already years from this moment, sitting at my computer at 3 AM, looking at photos of you on the internet, wondering if you are happy with the person you are loving instead of me. I am searching for a sign of unrest, of a reason why you might want to try again with someone like me; someone who broke you open and left you a mess.

Years from now, there will be a photo of you on Facebook with a baby on your lap, eyes like yours, hair like someone else; or a photo of you on a vacation on a white sand beach or at the top of some great cliff. There will be a shadow somewhere just above or just beyond or just to the left of you, the blur of another person’s cheek, and I will wonder if that person loves you as much as I could have, if I had just taken that chance.

I am already ten years from today, from tonight, from tomorrow, without you. I wonder these days how I will get there—what kind of journey I will have to endure to go from thinking about you every time I pick up my phone to only daring to think about you in the glowing darkness of 3 AM.

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