n. a relationship or friendship that you can’t get out of your head, which you thought had faded long ago but is still somehow alive and unfinished, like an abandoned campsite whose smoldering embers still have the power to start a forest fire.
It’s not easy being with me. I can be a handful at times. Sometimes, I’m not even there at all. How you put up with me, I’ll never know. And what you tell yourself that has you stick around even longer, I don’t have the slightest clue. But thank you, for everything. You truly are amazing. Who knows why the universe let our paths cross at that time and place to begin with, but if it were to happen any other way, we probably wouldn’t have ever happened at all. And I don’t know want to know what my life would have been like if that was the case, so I’m just so thankful things turned out the way they did. Because I’ve never in my life been so happy with everything in my life. So, thank you.
The Fault In Our Stars (via efflicting)
You suppose it started out well enough, you think right before it ends. The day, the semester, the year, the relationship, the adventure. It’s ok. There will be another and another as if you were immortal and there would be enough time to make up for everything that ended badly. Tying two ends together does not make the string longer, it cuts it in half, you lecture yourself. And then the end. You sleep, you graduate, you break up, you give up, and you win or lose. There are those that say that winning isn’t everything but you secretly wonder if those people are the ones who don’t win very much.
