There comes a point when thinking about how he's happier now isn't comforting anymore

Funny isn't it? How its always the guys that say they'll wait for you that dissappear? But the ones that never say it out loud are the ones standing there still waiting?

I suppose what it comes down to is that if I want to believe in fate I have to accept that I'm meant to love him more than life itself but also that I was meant to lose him even though he loved me just as much...

Isn't it funny when you look back and realize all the wierd things you do that he thought was cute? Like how much you hated it how when ever you ate cheerios you'd be burping cheerio flavor for hours... seriously, how'd he think that was cute?

(not mine I saw it somewhere and thought to put it up here)
Love isn't blind. It sees all and because it sees all it is willing to see less.

I am a shifter. I truly have no set personality.
I could be just about anything I wanted... but it seems the one thing I can't be is yours.

While I'm incredubly proud of anyone who has the strength to leave an abusive relationship, I have to admit I'd be more proud of someone who is still in the relationship but able to admit they're being abused. cuz that right there is tough

I feel comforted somewhat by that... that you believe so much in fate that you don't believe it was my choice to leave you... or that I couldn't see you anymore but at the same time hearing that burned me... in the deepest part of myself it hurt.

No matter what happens, no matter who you're with, no matter how badly things go wrong, I'm only a phone call away. Waiting. So don't worry about it. I'll be there in a minute.