I romanticized him until he was the perfect being. A soul so beautiful, but so immensely evil too.

Loving you was hard, wanting you was harder, but kissing your forehead was insanity.

Sure, he might not have been perfect, but if I thought he was, isn’t that all that matters?

Not every relationship is meant to last. Some are there to create an impact on your life. Relationships that last three months are just as important as ones that last a lifetime.

You’re not supposed to be in a relationship because it’s comfortable, it’s supposed to be because they make you a better person.

It takes awhile, but eventually you realize they lost you. You didn’t lose them.

Sometimes others narcissism will take place of your happiness. Don’t let it happen.

I loved him to death. Then I came to realization with how arrogant he was and instead of falling out of love, I fell harder. Every passing day I fell a little harder, a little faster, and a little sadder. I became anxious, obsessive, hurt, and sad. But one morning I awoke to realize I fell out of it. I loved him. I still do. But I was in love with him until the death of the relationship. Now I just love him. From afar. From the knowledge. From the happiness an individual gave me.

I loved myself and since I loved me, I loved him because I realized he was good for me. A type of self worth, a type of narcissistic love.