To all those who are longing for someone…

I know it hurts, take it from me, I’ve let love run my life for 5 years…

I’ve experienced some of the greatest highs and the lowest lows in recent times. But longing for someone, that pain you feel when they’re gone, the face you miss, the laughter, the smile that only you saw. Listen, you know we can go on for days, telling each other what we miss. But those of you who’s pain is too big to bear, the ones who are seeking an exit, the ones who cannot go on. Don’t quit, the pain is there to remind you that you love someone, the person is missing, the pain won’t go away when you die, you will. That’s not a way out, just imagine not being able to feel your love’s skin, listen to their sweet voice, and just have their being there with you. That’s what you’re giving up. The pain? It’s all worth it. Trust me. Even if I saw the person I longed after for a good year and nothing good came of it. Just being within her presence made it all worth it, even though we moved our separate ways and it didn’t work, the pain was worth it because even though I wasn’t with the girl, I loved, and it stung back. I will never know if she reciprocated what I felt and what I told her during those eleven months, but what I do know is that I’d never end my life to pass up the hour we spent together, it was like being back in old days, and it’s all I needed. It was all worth it. I made the fairytale ending, I flew across the atlantic to see her, saw her, and it didn’t work. I didn’t get the girl in the end. If anything, the girl I told everyone I would die for, turned out to be the girl that for all the talk I received wouldn’t go for the fairytale ending and played it safe. So, listen, I’ve been through the biggest heartfuck in the world and I don’t regret finishing it sooner. All this heartbreak, its there for one thing, to make you stronger, whether you turn out better or worse is up to you. So I guess all of this could’ve been summed up as “It gets better.” But a phrase cannot surpass personal experiences, I guess. And if you’re wondering how bad this heartfuck was, I suggest you just scroll back a couple months in my tumblr, you’ll find proof. Or just ask anyone close. 

Also, if you’re wondering how it turned out. I’m doing pretty well in Florida, sluts.