I think letting you go was the smartest decision I ever made. Even though I loved you so much, I just couldn’t deal with the pain. And the times we spent together, holding each other, were the best times of my life. But no matter how much I wanted to keep you in my arms, I couldn’t. I couldn’t hold on to you, knowing that all you were going to do was hurt me. But right now, even though I still love you, I don’t need you anymore. I don’t need you to complete me. I just need you to comfort me when I’m sad, support me, and listen to me when I talk. So I guess what I’m saying is, I’m sad we’re over. But I’m glad I’ve let go

missbelles:

DON’T TEXT ME!
I don’t care who you are in my life. The more you mean to mean and the slower you reply, i’ll get even more pissed! Talk to me fucking later. BUT don’t trip when someone hits me up for a convo, cause if you’re not willing to squeeze me in your busy ass life, someone will.