quietlittlethings:

We are inside jokes and playful teasing and shared smiles. Sometimes we were urgent kisses and secret caresses. And often, at least lately, we are words left unsaid, questions never asked but the answers still desperately wanted; needed. We are looks met and understood but we lack the courage to follow through. We are hesitant. We are cautious. We are stepping lightly for fear that we will lose what little we have left.

But at least you can still make me smile, and for that I will always love you.

(forget-me-notsandmarigolds)

sadnessoftheintellect:

fall in love with someone who is in love with someone else.

(Source: lavieesteternelle)

thewildflower:

(via yourconfessions)

Always. 

(via thewildflower-deactivated201105)

noshamenovember:

“And I guess it doesn’t matter what I am or pretend to be
Cuz it’s her you’ll always love and it’s her I’ll always envy.”

I never had to pretend around you. That was one of the things that I loved most about us. We were completely comfortable with each other. But I screwed up and allowed myself to become too attached, because the truth is, you and I were never really an “us” were we? We were just two friends who went a little further than we probably should have. And you did warn me after all, didn’t you?

And maybe I should have fucked you. It’s amazing I didn’t give in after all the times you tried to convince me. We would have been one jumble of limbs and skin and soft caresses and hurried breathing. That sounds nice doesn’t it? But I always think I knew better, because it’s her you’ll always love and it’s her I’ll always envy. I realize this now, but am still having trouble accepting it. I realize that I am just a masochist when it comes to my relationship with you but I would rather have this relationship, than no relationship at all.

But now all I do is pretend. I pretend that I care the right amount (just as much as a friend would, but no more…), I pretend that it doesn’t kill me a little inside when you talk about her (especially when you talk to me about how much it hurts that you don’t have her anymore), I pretend that my heart doesn’t ache when you run your fingers along my collar bone and try to tempt me back…but I know that you would just want me to be her replacement, and that is one thing I can’t pretend to be.

(forget-me-notsandmarigolds)

I know you remember Iron Man night but do you remember our Major League night? You would probably just call me crazy for remembering that little detail from the night, what was on TV.  I think mostly it had to do with how at one point I looked up (after I had finally said yes to your request) and all I saw was Charlie Sheen with that god awful haircut.  Is it sad that is what I remember?  I mean, I remember other things: how you brushed my hair out of my face and ran your fingers along my cheek (probably one of the most caring actions you’ve ever done in regards to me), and then how you still felt the need to throw in a couple sarcastic comments during (in true you fashion), and I remember after how the movie ended before we were done and something new came on (I can’t recall it for the life of me), I remember laying there curled up next to you with your arm around my waist holding me close, and we were just together; no looks, no words, just the most comfortable of silences.

Will we ever be this comfortable again?

I can’t watch this movie anymore, it hurts to remember.

(Source: poeticheartache)

noshamenovember:

If you could know all of the thoughts in my head, I am positive everything you thought you knew about me would be different. I don’t give you all of me because I can’t. I’m too afraid. But I will. One day.

(anonymous)