3x7
I’m starting to believe that this is more than just dumb luck. For somebody who doesn’t believe in coincidences, this week took the cake…especially today.
You and I are just not a good pair.
No matter what coincidence or destiny says.
Sometimes we say that we met people at the wrong time. But maybe we meet them when we are the wrong person, when we have not yet met and fallen in love with ourselves.
—Chelsea Fagan, Before Someone Loves You, You Must Love Yourself (via rochelledelaroche)
(via agypsywoman)
Relapse.
Here I am, trying to adjust and accustom to the fact that you aren’t around anymore. Day by day, I preoccupy myself with work and extracurricular activities to keep my mind off of you.
…and yet in spite of it, fate keeps bumping me into you.
When our eyes meet, I notice that the luster in your eyes are gone. The eyes that were once so warm and full of hope have dulled into black beads of gloom and malice. It’s frightening and almost unreal.
The fact is, it’s so amazing that somebody who meant so much to you could transform into a ruthless being.
At the end of the day, all it took was, “I’m sorry”.
That’s all I needed to hear.
