December 10, 2017

Do you ever have to love somebody who isn’t bound to love you back?

And I’m not finished yet…

Do you ever have to love somebody for so long, and you know [because it is pretty much clear] that this somebody is not going to love you back – like ever?

It totally, completely, horribly sucks!!!

This world is not fair to everyone, romantically speaking. There is some truth in this, and I am growing sick of it. These little feelings you have for this special somebody just come and go, every once in a while. But they don’t fucking disappear for good. Because this somebody whom we feel for is just so great, we think that nobody can ever fucking replace them in our hearts. The love of your life isn’t supposed to be one-sided, is it? Okay, maybe what I’m trying to say is that I’ve got to let these old feelings disappear in space once and for all because I’ve already stayed in this hellhole for too long. I just might throw up if I sit in here any longer.


So, yes,

goodbye to you.

I’m letting the idea of you go –

for me.




Beth: I don’t know if I even believe in that anymore. The right guy. The perfect guy. The one. I’ve lost faith in “the”.

Jennifer: How do you feel about “a” and “an”?

Beth: Indifferent.

Jennifer: So you’re considering a life without articles?

Beth: And true love.

-Attachments, R. Rowell

“…Your face when you came back from that time told me everything; there is a hunger in you, Clark. A fearlessness. You just buried it, like most people do. I’m not really telling you to jump off tall buildings, or swim with whales or anything (although I would secretly love to think you were), but to live boldly. Push yourself. Don’t settle. Wear those stripy legs with pride. And if you insist on settling down with some ridiculous bloke, make sure some of this is squirrelled away somewhere. Knowing you still have possibilities is a luxury. Knowing I might have given them to you has alleviated something for me. So this is it. You are scored on my heart, Clark. You were from the first day you walked in, with your ridiculous clothes and your bad jokes and your complete inability to ever hide a single thing you felt. You changed my life so much more than this money will ever change yours. Don’t think of me too often. I don’t want to think of you getting all maudlin. Just live well. Just live.


-Me Before You, J. Moyes