“Don’t worry, he’ll miss you. You’re the best he could get, and he blew it. Don’t let him think for one second that this was your fault. It’s not. He screwed up, and you did absolutely nothing wrong. You gave him your heart, and you trusted him to keep it and protect it, but he couldn’t. And honestly, he’s not mature enough. He’s not smart enough. If he was smart, he would have cared for you with every fiber of his being and been with you every spare second he could. But he didn’t, and now he’s gone. But don’t you cry. Don’t call him telling him you miss him. Don’t IM him, don’t message him, don’t comment him, don’t talk to him in the hallways. Just pretend you don’t care. And don’t be surprised when he comes crawling back saying he made a mistake. And if you want to go, go with him again. But make him work for you. Don’t be his doormat. Don’t let him in the first time he rings the bell. Make him come back every day until you trust him enough. If he doesn’t come back after a couple of tries, just let him go. But if he comes back everyday, he might be worth it.”—(via powerpuf-f) JUST WHAT I NEEDED
Someday you are going to understand about love, dear. You are going to find out it doesn’t’t come because you want it, or need it. It’s yours only when you earn it. It comes to you when you least expect it, walks in the door and closes quietly and when it’s right, it stays. You don’t plot to find it. Or seduce to try and make it happen. You have to deserve it, or you’ll never have anyone who will stay long enough.
I’m tired. I’m so sick and tired of everything. I was never the type of person who’d cry in front of others. I hated it when I show my weakness to people, it makes me feel so low. And today tho, with the speakers blaring through the four corners of my bedroom, I broke down and cried, threw things out and yell as though it would be my last.
I should have been careful. I should have warned myself that you’re nothing but a walking disaster. A sadistic son of a btch who does nothing but make me feel stupid every time you tell me you care and then does something really awful. Wow, congratulations! You’ve made me feel worthless again. Thank you.
Oh hello. I saw you liked my post about kyutoria, and i thought it is a little curious because neither your url nor blog are about kpop. BUT, if you (hmm, secretly~~) like kpop (and, for god's sake, kyutoria!), then here i am to chat with you :33 two persons sent me asks but we didnt keep the dialogue. Well... Thats all :B thank you for reading. Bye o/
óooh i am into kpop dont worry but im into kdramas lately =)))) i loved kyutoria and have written fanfics abt them kkk~
Maybe it’s me, maybe it’s you. Maybe it’s the spaces in between. Maybe it’s the differences. Maybe I was never good enough for you. Maybe I’m just too clingy.Maybe it’s the conversation we never have, where an issue lies that we never really resolve.
I’m trying to move on. But everytime I try not to think of you, there will always be these certain things that will remind me of you. It’s ridiculous ..isn’t it? That despite our efforts to forget someone, he/she just keep on coming back to us; like boomerangs.
The thing about you, mister, is, you’re good-looking, no doubt about that, and the way you smile with your deep, deep dimples? Gracious! But other than that, you know what made me fall deeper and deeper? Because you’re gentle with your actions and words—-you were the epitome of simplicity. Of kindness. Of happiness. To be honest, I have liked you for a long time already, I didn’t exactly know when or how. I just woke up one day and saw you in a completely different light. When we first held hand, I couldn’t contain my happiness, because I thought that I found the place where I belong; and that in that moment, I allowed myself to believe that it was meant to be.. that maybe you felt the same way about me.
Things briefly changed after that, despite my best efforts to assure you that everything’s alright, awkwardness consumed us. Maybe it was the teasing or maybe I was just too aggressive. But believe me love, I was no expert in this game of push and pull, it was the only way I could show you how I feel.
You made me happy, you make me happy. Even with your little gestures (even if that’s out of courtesy) or the way your eyes lift up when I return your gazes. But when I’m looking at you, I feel like gazing on a distant star—-like there was no way for me to reach or grasp it. After I received our Kenj’s text who told me those words came directly from you, I was utterly speechless—— even hurt and disappointed . But I ought to know better. Oh, silly me, to think that you could fall in love with someone like me. But it’s okay. It will be okay. I will be fine. Maybe, we need more time to sort things out, miss each other for some time and maybe you’ll wake up one day and realize how badly you wanted me. And don’t worry, while you process everything slowly and realize that you like me just as much as I like you, I’ll always be on the sidelines, waiting for you and maybe, just maybe, if that happens, I’ll surely come back running to you and hold your hands and we’ll make it through; against all odds.
But for now, to me, you’re the best thing I’ve never had. X