
I remember more the time we spent laughing and drawing than when we stepped on stage.
I remember more the silence in each others arms than the conversations about how we felt.
I remember more of what I didn't expect to remember with you.
I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for. You were meant to read these words.
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You seem to remember as many things as I remember from the person I love. I'll keep reading every post, it makes me feel as if I'm not the only one in this world with similar thoughts.
Good Monday!.
Ironic this was posted on my birthday.
i remember more of my ex then i ever expected to.
Right now I don't want to remember anything.
I don't want to feel anything, do anything, be anything.
Right now the silence is so thick and heavy you could cut it with a knife. I can't eat, I can't sleep and I can't stop crying. This continuous lump in my throat won't go away. This is going to take a long time. This too shall pass my ass.
I read this morning and starting nodding my head. I've felt that.
That pain is real. It crushes. Because it was real. That last part is worth something.
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