I can’t explain to you how it feels, no matter how much I want to. All I know is that I should have tried harder to listen to the warnings screaming inside my brain because now I can’t decide if what we had was ever real. I want to say it was love, it feels like love, it wouldn’t hurt this much otherwise. Yet, if it was, I wouldn’t sit here wishing you still felt the same. I’ve read it too many times, love is selfless, wanting you to still love me isn’t; it’s selfish and self centered. It means I want you to be unhappy but I can’t help it. I’m so fucking sorry, but god, I wish you still loved me. I wish you still wanted to.tearstainsandspilledink - Desperate Words, Drunken Nights (via
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