I get this awful feeling that you have stopped loving me.
I don't know how it happened or what it felt like but I know that if I reached out to touch you, I wouldn't be able to recognize you.
I would find the fingerprints of another. I would find the love of someone else beneath your fingernails, their being scattered all over you.
I know you don't love me anymore and I don't know in what moment we both realized it, but I'm going to let you go.
I'm going to stop holding onto you, I will stop calling you and I'll eventually forget your voice. Then the color of your eyes will go too and I'll never think of you again after that.
But before I forget this, thank you for loving me while you could. Thank you for allowing me to love you in return.
- When You Lose Love // thewordsyouneverunderstood
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The Wrong Side of Right
Poetry❝We all are addicted to something that ruins us.❞ Just some powerful quotes that I found and compiled them into a book. Highest rank; #1 in Poetry (straight #1 from March 16, 2016 - April 18, 2016)
