By the time you read this, I'll be fine.
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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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46 comments:
That's strangely saddening. :|
Beautiful nevertheless.
Nobody said it was easy. No one ever said it would this hard.
And so am I.
Really I wish I could be
you keep on seeing what you want to see, but you already know things can be totally different from your perception, there are surprises if you just ask the right questions
simple but meaningful :)
Except yo are always watching me. You want to make sure I am thinking of you.
That way you can forget how much you are thinking of me.
you want to be in my harms, to feel my warm kiss, to feel happy when i look in your eyes..
but I'm not.
another meaning of the sky
you love me
By the time you read this, I'll be on FIRE.
I never did know how to ask the right questions. . .
Wow. And like for five seconds just now, I think I've fallen for you.
Please make offerings of large denomination bills instead of small change. Inflation is a real headache in the afterlife these days.
Oh :(
i believe you.
i will be fine too.
we will be fine.
By the time you read this,
your words will be shrapnel
dotted around my bleeding heart.
And I refuse to call it art!
I hope you are fine. I hope you're more than fine. I hope you're wonderful.
when someone famous sings a song they've written detailing their heartbreak, it's a form of art. when someone who has broken your heart writes details of this heartbreak, is it no longer art?
maybe you should try stepping back and looking at this objectively, which I'm sure you think you do, but maybe you ought to try again. or perhaps, walk away and leave it to the rest of us.
also, i think it is worth pointing out that possibly the one writing this blog is writing not for himself, or even a lost love any longer, but for the millions of heartbroken there continue to be out in this very large world. please consider that there are many who are touched by these words and it gives people an outlet to discuss the secrets of their hearts with others who obviously connect.
art can be found in everything, falling rain, rising cakes, dripping blood. art does not simply hang on a wall and require the same emotions from us all. it is a living entity and has many faces. you don't have to name it art for it to be art.
because i'm tired of hoping, tired of dreaming of being with you again. setting myself up to fall hurts more than losing you. and i'm ready to let go.
Hey ;)
Simple... sad... at the same time so real and pretty. A part of life: Love, enjoy, keep loving, get hurt, cry, be sad for a while and move on.
I just want you to know that I'm okay now.
And I don't know how you're doing now, but I hope you're okay. I want you to be okay.
Yay for emotional flexibility, I guess.
My Love,
that's what you never got.
My love, is an art.
This speaks to me.
..U have no idea do u?
I wish I could say the same.
i've known all along.
and then something happen that makes me realize how right you were
. . U didn't ask
By the time you notice me, I'll be gone...
you will never know anything.
and that is a promise.
i don't know anything. it's awful. i wish you'd be clearer. i wish i wasn't so dumb.
by the time i read this, you will fine.
Well if fine was what your after, I guess I'll try to be happy for you. But if you want to feel fantastic again, you know where I am.
If you could only choose
one memory of your life
to remember for all eternity,
what would it be?
You should respect who you truly love, because is the most precious thing you ever had
first good question..and very interesting
congratulations. why?
What was the question?
I hope it won't take you long.
please wait?
oh, i needed that note.
<3
I found that this was written on my birthday. I know this will sound weird, but this describes my situation perfect.
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