I don’t know if I should have chosen him or stayed with you and I didn’t love him but he was there at 2am when I started to cry and I could feel my veins beginning to rupture inside myself again and you weren’t there when I stood out in the rain waiting for a sign that I wasn’t numb and I could feel something more than an aching emptiness but he was there to meet me in the middle of the street and kiss my cold lips and stare into my dead eyes and tell me he loved me and you weren’t there to hold my hands so tight that I forgot to breathe but he was and maybe that’s why you never fought for me
I’ll never talk to you again. I’ll never hear your voice again. I will never know about your life or how you are again. I will never laugh with you again. I’ll never talk to you about having a bad day again. I’ll never get a chance to talk to you and comfort you when you have a bad day again. You do not want it anymore. You do not want me anymore. And I’m trying to get used to it. For months I’m trying to get used to a life without you. But I keep going .. I’m still living, I keep working, I’m still breathing .. I keep going my life without you. The point is that it is not because I can’t live without you but because it is very sad, is really very sad.
The night before you dumped me, you told me that you loved me.
Freddie, Skins (via hecoxinmybutt)