I remember when we first met.

And between now and then,

so much has happened

yet nothing's changed.

I liked you then,

and I still like you now.

This is my half hearted goodbye.

The other half still wants to remember words you said.

But I guess we let go now.

I'm unwriting 113 letters in 113 days.

"It's got to a point where I don't feel anything for you anymore. I don't love you but I don't hate you, and I'm not even sure I still care about you. Everything I feel is just blurry. We haven't spoken in awhile, and probably won't, and although it's taken me this long to realize it, I know that it was never my fault. Falling for you was not my fault and falling out of love with you isn't my fault as well, but treating me like crap and taking me for granted was yours, so I won't apologize for the way we are now. And I don't feel anything. I'm just numb to you and everything I thought I knew. I'm not mad or vengeful or bitter. I'm just disappointed how you're not who I thought or hoped you would be. You're a completely different person to me now. So this is it now, it's done. I hope you're miserable like how I was. But more than that... I hope you're so, so incredibly happy." 

Don't forget the nights where it all felt alright.

Are you not the same as you used to be? 

someday

I'm right where I'm suppose to be

snuggled up under my covers 

time check: 12:23am 

the night's still considered young 

with Ed Sheeran on replay 

(highly recommend all of the stars & one) 

scrolling through tumblr

feeling okay

and that's more than I could ask for 

needless to say,

I'm tired of my endless cycle 

sometimes it gets fairly hard to appreciate the little things like: 

a movie night 

a nice dinner

sleeping in 

12ams on Saturday nights 

good music

poetry 

a cup of coffee or tea 

a smile 

meeting new people 

meeting old people 

the night sky despite it's lack of stars 

my kind of perfect

you had the quiet of floorboards

it's heartaching - 

you had the quiet of floorboards

and I heard the callous words

that you didn't speak 

my heart's racing - 

I long for my heart to

stop beating so harshly 

when I'm around you 

possibly heartwrenching -

the stories I'd never tell about 

the glint in your eyes 

and the tilt on your lips 

my heart's stopping -

the vast stillness 

where we used to be

I'm forgetting 

the way you say my name too gently