Dear Tumblr,
Thank you. From the very bottom of my heart.
Dear Followers,
This is my wish for you: “Comfort on difficult days, smiles when sadness intrudes, rainbows to follow the clouds, laughter to kiss your lips, sunsets to warm your heart, hugs when spirits sag, beauty for your eyes to see, friendships to brighten your being, faith so that you can believe, confidence for when you doubt, courage to know yourself, patience to accept the truth, Love to complete your life.”
Dear You,
If you ever find this blog, know that I truly meant and felt everything that was posted here. You can start from the beginning and by the end you will know what it is to fall from the highest of heights and shatter into a million pieces. However, this blog has gotten me through some of the darkest times. I know this wasn’t your choice and I am not angry nor bitter for having had to make it. In fact, the last two years I have felt more than all the years prior combined. fits.
Goodbye
“The silence of a falling star,
Lights up a purple sky.
And as I wonder where you are,
I’m so lonesome I could cry.”
I’m so lonesome I could cry
Losing someone you have loved is tragic enough to bring forth many sleepless nights and days of sadness. But one of the scariest things about loving and losing is the dark and unceasing fear that whatever you lost has been lost forever, and you will never love another the way you loved the one you no longer have. Fearing no one will ever stir your heart and kiss your mouth the way they did, it’s so tempting to become scared and sad and feel an ache of loneliness tear up one’s chest.
And so I have moments of weakness that are overcome by melancholic nostalgia and bring forth the worry that perhaps my one chance at feeling so wonderful, so perfect and enraptured has been lost in the winds of time and dead history of all that has been and was, and shall be no longer. For has it not been the unfortunate fate of many to not realize that sometimes a certain type of happiness is so fleeting and rare that feeling it even just once is already a miracle of luck on its own? How disheartening.
I suppose, though, I can’t allow myself to drown in my own fear. You’ve left, and what hurts the most is that we never became what we could have, what we should have. And though I love you, “such is life.”
Still, I think I’ll always look for a part of you in anyone I love again:
You’re beautiful, with all your flaws and your intelligence and certain moods I can never quite predict.
And worst of all, you’re unforgettable.
(Source: emoherauoy)
