constantneverland:

catgawd:

constantneverland:

You once told me that it would sadden you to no longer be loved by me and I told you that I could never not love you. I told you that I would always love you and there was nothing I could do about it. (But as I think about it, why would you even be sad if my love for you faded into oblivion if you didn’t ever feel the same?) Regardless, as I lay here spilling ink onto pages, I can see the spaces where my tears hit the paper and left makes that could never be removed, almost as if they were physical representations of the emotional pain I went through while loving you. I lay here tracing the marks engraved on my body from the day in which you realised I was not enough for you and I think to myself that maybe…just maybe you don’t deserve to be loved by me anymore. Until now, I never realised how many miles I crossed and how many days I spent caring about nothing in the world other than hearing your voice, yet on these same days I never even crossed your mind. Not even for a moment. You once told me that it would sadden you if the day ever came when I no longer loved you. 

Today you would be sad, for today is the day I realised I no longer love you. 

-jr

THIS IS EVERYTHING THIS IS LIFE THIS IS ME WOW THANK YOU FOR THIS

You’re welcome…. But I’m also sorry that you went through this sort of situation