sometimes i hear songs i liked in middle school and i’m like…. how did i possibly relate to this as a 12 year old. who was hurting me so bad that secondhand serenade made sense to me
i hate that I still think about you. I hate that small little details make me think of you. I hate that I could be happy and all of a sudden memories of you pop into my head. I hate that certain songs and smells take me back to you. I hate that no matter how hard I try to forget you are still on my mind. I hate that I gave you so much and you didn’t realize until I was gone and my heart was in a million pieces. I hate that I broke my own heart trying to fix yours. I hate that no matter how hard I tried you couldn’t just trust me. I hate that no matter what you did to me I always came back. I hate that I still worry and care about you. I hate that I ever met you at all. I still love you and I hate you for it.
What if who you were supposed to be with wasn’t a guaranteed thing. You still had to make it happen and if you blew it that’s it there’s no one else for you that will ever make you as happy , as free , as loved
