Tales of Love
Статистикаlove, loss, heartbreak, life, lessons @lubegakasiita
- Последний пост
- 14 авг.
- Последнее чтение
- 14 авг.
- Постов за неделю
- 7
- Всего постов
- 31
- Тип
- открытый
- Язык
- английский
- В каталоге с
- 13 авг.
- 1/24сутки в ленте
- 29
- 1/48двое суток
- 33
- 1/72трое суток
- 35
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Посты
"I'm tough," I whisper. He nods. "I know you are." "I can take care of myself." "You have," he says. "You still do. You always will. I've just joined in, too. Now we take care of each other."
"I'm a burden." "You're not," he says. "A burden is something you're forced to carry against your will, and I freely choose to be a part of your life. That means you aren't a burden to me."
she cries and then sleep
She turned his heart into a wasteland; barren and dry
She stole his heart and ran away, leaving him with questions no one can answer.
"Did you really love me?" he quietly asked, "Please , I don't understand what you saying" she loudly replied.
He wanted to be with her for the rest of his life, with her flaws and emotions but she instead betrayed him
"He's not the last guy in the world", her friends said. "But I want him to be my last guy", she sighed.
Holding his hand gave me goosebumps but it also made me feel safe. I knew I was in love.
Let's go back to the time when we first met. Then, you try to be not so cute. And I'll try not falling for you, again.
At 13, she realized, red was not her favourite colour anymore.
left for better She left him in the dirt. Designer girl left for better. She craves a higher price; Designer girl left for better.
"Why did she leave you?", they asked. "Who said she did? Love left us.", he replied.
"My biggest fear is losing you", he texted. Well, that text never got a blue tick.
"Crush or love?", she asked. "A forever relationship", he smiled.
he wanna be right where she's are...
"What's the best part about love?" "We don't get to choose whom we fall in love with" "And the worst part?" "We don't get to choose who falls in love with us"
When we were kids we wished to grow up and fall in love, now that we are grown up we realize that wounded knees were easier to heal than broken hearts.
From Sharing our Lunch boxes To Sharing our Secrets. Our "Story" unfolds.
"He's such a creepy stalker," she snorted and blocked him. Years later, at the deserted bus stop, none came forward to save her from the molesters. Except him.