I want to believe that the person I met in the beginning was the real you. The one who would listen to me scream and rant for an hour straight without saying a word, then cracking some corny joke that brought me back to Earth. The one I believed was the first person to really get it. The one I looked at in completed awe. The first and last person I believed would never lie to me and could never hurt me. That's what I have to believe. I have to believe that because now I have to pick up these pieces and keep going. If I let myself believe anything else....
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"You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks, or even months over-analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could've, would've happened... or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and move the fuck on."
― Tupac Shakur
Aw love I am so sorry, I know how that feels