Ya Allah dunia bener bener selebar daun talas. Lagi deket sama orang, dia yang punya temen, temennya ini temennya orang yang pernah deket sama aku dulu. And theyre not from the same place, theyre literally from different country, different continents. Like, red string theory?????
“The dog I won’t have is now i wouldn’t choose, the daughter we won’t raise still waits for you.
The son you don’t want is the wound your father’s left, and the mother i won’t be is probably for the best”
This feels so wrong, i feel like there's a part of the story you can't explain, something you're afraid to say, and a missing piece you're not ready to show. I can feel it, and maybe that's why I'll never truly be at peace. I hope im wrong, and its really making you happy
fuck the "forever." fuck the apologies. fuck the excuses. fuck the lies. fuck the hope. fuck the waiting. fuck the tears. fuck the love I gave. fuck the version of me that stayed. fuck what we could've been. fuck everything we shared. fuck the day we met. and most of all, fuck you.