The big picture is what matters most. So, all those fights we have and all the bad things I’ve called you… They mean nothing in the end. What’s important is the regret we feel immediately; realizing that there is no physical way we can let go of one another. All the negative is erased the second our fingers intertwine, and your hand grazes against my skin. That is what love is.
My heart feels so heavy at the thought of every promise you’ve broken. I think it’s time I give up on you. On how I believed we’d end up. You’re not who you used to be. You don’t treat me the same and I shouldn’t be holding on to something that isn’t even there anymore. I will find something better one day. It hurts that it won’t be you; it hurts so fucking bad. I guess some people are meant to fall in love, but not meant to be together. I hope you’re miserable. You sure as hell deserve it.
Don’t tell her that I drink tea and not coffee. I’d prefer if you didn’t talk at all about me, even in a brief casual chat. Don’t tell her how I loved your smile, or things like that. Don’t tell her how I was your best friend. Don’t tell her how it could never work out in the end. Don’t tell her how you learned a lesson from me, and that’s why you have to take things slow and easy. If you can forgive me for my faults, then maybe it can work out after all. I can’t stand anybody knowing me the way you do, and I can’t stand the thought of her knowing you. Don’t tell her about that camping trip we took, don’t tell her how I bite my lip and never finish a book. Don’t tell her how I like to sleep in late, or that I believe in romance and fate. Well, what if we meet on some cross-town street? And you’ll introduce us and we’ll finally meet. And I’ll be alone when you’re walking away, and I’ll be wondering what she’s going to say. Well, I know we’ll never be the way we were, but don’t tell her. Don’t tell her that I’m too old for my age. Don’t tell her that this love of mine was just a stage. She doesn’t need to know my point of view. She’ll never love you like the way that I do. Don’t tell her that I love you like I do.