“I’m not open to many people. I’m usually quiet and I don’t really like attention. So if I like you enough to show you the real me, you must be very special.”
“Don’t do that to her. Don’t just vanish.
You’ll leave her thinking about you every morning when she wakes up and every night when she goes to sleep, for a long, long time.
Wondering what happened. Wondering whether she should still worry, or even care about you.
Glancing at her phone all the time, hoping that the glow will reflect your name on the screen. Ignoring the fact that deep down she knows it won’t.
You’ll become her biggest distraction. She won’t be able to concentrate, and she’ll see pieces of you in everyone she meets.
Don’t leave her embarrassed to tell anyone she misses you, or feeling like she’ll look pathetic if she tells them she still loves you. Holding in her feelings and struggling to believe she’s better than this.
Don’t be a ghost. Don’t fuck with her head like that. Just don’t. It’s not fair. She’s worth more than that, and you know it.”
The promises, the sweet talks, the plans, even all the jokes you used to tell me. Everything is just untruth.