I've been hurting for many years, because well. You've never told anyone about me. Not now, neither then.

And me? I was so proud to call you mine. So proud to love you. I still tell people stories of how beautiful we were.

During our days, i just urged to scream, this girl, this unbelievable human is mine. And it was the worst, pulsating pain, knowing that i couldn’t do that.

You were never proud to love me. That’s how I knew, I was never the one. 

Linda Bird

Reposted from incapacitated