Please do not tell me that I am beautiful right now because I cannot help myself - i will inhale your words and swallow them and absorb them into my veins and my arteries and they will stick like honey and burn like arsenic because they are such lovely. little. lies.
I want to see you too. I had a dream last night. To put it simply, there was a long moment where neither of us said anything, but we just mourned for all that had happened. We knew we're couldn't go back. But we stood there and saw each other, and grieved the loss of a beautiful friendship. I think it helped me have closure.
It's very true, but ever since I was young I was always told by a family member never to cry, and if I did I would become weak. Anytime I got hurt, since I was little and dumb, I tried not to cry cause I didn't want to disappoint her. And now, years and years later, I find it very hard to cry. Nearly impossible, but it takes a lot. Yeah, sometimes tears leak out, maybe five, but not heavy crying like one would expect.